On this date 21 years ago, my father passed away. It was the first time that I ever saw him weak, and as I saw the life leave his eyes, I saw that I thought was fear. I always thought that it was him fearing what was next. I now realize that he was fearful for what was going to happen to all of us left behind.
After many trials and tribulations, I think that we’re hanging in there.
As I’m getting older, I’m seeing someone familiar looking at me in the mirror…

I miss you, Dad!