My dad https://pic8.co/sh/zcE8g4.jpg

He's dead and I miss him.

My Dad died of cancer when I was 19. Poor bastard had a miserable shit life. When HE was 12 he lost most of his family in about the course of 2 hrs. They had a small farm, HIS dad had a heart attack and fell backwards into the hog pen. By the time his mother had come outside the hogs had done a number of my grandfathers face. She immediately checked out of the Hotel reality right then and there only to be followed by his sister moments later when SHE stumbled onto that scene. They would spend the rest of their lives in an asylum in Worcester. In the space of a day it was just him and his older brother with one choice. Go to work or go to the orphanage. They chose work. As a result, my dad never got an education and after his Air Force hitch married my mother and drove a forklift at a roofing shingle plant for the rest of his life. He worked rotating shifts, days, swings and overnights. he was always tired and always depressed. He loved his Sunday visits from his brother and The Red Sox. He never asked for much and was happy with the smallest kindness that life had to give. He loved it when he could afford steak and ate it any chance he got. He drove junk cars with no floors, taped his snorkel jacket back together to save money and never failed to put food on the table. I haven't had him around for almost 40 years now. He missed being able to visit my homes, know my wife or see what I've managed to get in my life. He suffered IN life and he suffered at the end of it. I'd give a lot just to be able to talk to him once more. He took all the shit life had to give and he never complained or dumped it on anyone else. He didn't have an enemy in the world. he was a good man and I miss him.

Right in the feels. If you're reading this and he's still alive, give your dad a visit or a call while he's still around.

I grew up in a stable suburban household no divorces etc. Still, dad worked a lot of hours. Still made it a priority to go camping every month with me with Boy Scout troop.

You ever wonder if your dad even enjoyed the career he made? That made it possible to live the life you had?

My dad is great and we are very close. He is such a hard working man. He has always been there for me and my sister. I went to work with him many times as a kid. He taught me many things so I'm kinda self sufficient. Building and carpentry skills mostly, that have been passed down from generation to generation. It was very hard to find a husband to match the quality of my dad, but I finally did, and I couldn't be happier.

My dad had a hard life as a child, and young teen. Went into the Navy, served on a carrier at the dawn of the jet age. Crossed the equator, Intn'l Date line, did a western pacific tour, and was on her around the horn. Played pro football, worked on the Alaskan pipeline. I never understood him until I held my own son at 30 seconds of age. A lot clicked into place at that moment.

I wish I were a latchkey kid growing up. My dad was a workaholic because he hated being at home and my crazy bitch of a mother was always home. Both lived lives of regret. My Dad is dead and my mother might avoid Hell because she's crazy as a fucking bed bug but I have always believed she is evil. Fuck them both.

My dad taught junior high school history and English. 30 years later, and every time i was out with him, random people would walk up to him and say "Mister Rubberband! I had you in 8th grade English! This is my son. Josh, this is that teacher I was telling you about! He's the one who taught me how to remember 'they're there and their!'"

I can remember maybe 2 teachers' names from when I was in 8th grade, and I wouldn't recognize them on the street today. Nor would I remember any specific lesson from any of them.

It warms my heart that he left a lasting positive impression on so many people. I only wish I could do the same.

He died 3 years ago, dementia left him unable to remember... anything.

It terrifies me that my future may be the same.

Here's to you, dad. May I be remembered by others the way you were.

My father was awesome! Kind of absent in my early years but a mentor in my younger years, i cant really share too much about his work, since ill dox myself if i do.. but suffice it to say he invented something that has saved many lives!