This is who I am

 

This Is Who I Am.

On the sad occasion of my beloved father’s passing, I

have once again taken a look at myself. I no longer wonder

what I have, or will become.   I wonder will I measure up in

the end? What will be the book on me? The more I am like

my father, the more I am who I am.

Now on the backside of forty, I find myself in a little

better position. I have a wife who loves me, a good job,

and a future. I have commitments and responsibilities that

I have not had before, these come with maturity, and age.

I have lived long enough to grow old. The change in me is

who I am.

All my father did his entire life was to take care of the

ones he loved. He worked until he could literally, work no

more. The working exacted a heavy toll on his body. He

sacrificed a life made easy for himself to make life easier

for everyone else. He gave his last full measure of

devotion not only to his country, but also to his family. He

left this world earlier than he deserved to.

My father taught me how to drive a car, a semi truck,

how to be a responsible man, high finance, perseverance,

how to do whatever needs to be done, honesty, and how

to take care of myself and others. My father could always

be counted on to get the job done no matter how dirty it

was. My father was not famous, nor did he heal the sick.

He was steady and generous.

I can only hope that when my time comes to pass that

I am half  the man my father was, but I doubt it. I hope, at

the very least, to be who I a