Last week was the thirty seventh anniversary of my father’s death.
Thirty seven years and I still miss him.
I miss his humour. I miss his anecdotes and I miss his wisdom.
Probably the biggest thing is his wisdom. I miss having an ear to bend when I have a problem. I miss the sound advice. When you become the patriarch, you have no shoulder to lean on. There are friends of course but they generally are the same generation as yourself. When it comes to major decision making, you are on your own.
To all of you out there who still have fathers, treasure them. Listen to them. They have been around a lot longer. so the chances are that their advice is sound. Most of all, treasure them for just being there.
You’ll miss them when they are gone.