Today would have been my Dad's 68th birthday. This June it will be 20 years since his death. Whenever I remember my Dad I remember what a hard worker he was; he was a stockbroker and worked extra hours many days. I remember him providing a very comfortable life for us. I have heard that there were very hard times, but I think I was so little I just can't remember... or really didn't think we had it different from anyone else. I remember him taking us on a several trips: Ohio, to see friends; Michigan, cabin in the woods; Florida, I really remember the beach and Walt Disney World; Missouri, a trip to see where my older sister would be going to school and the Ozarks; and a couple trips to see my siblings away at school, one of which we got to ride in a limo! (My Dad's friend owned a company, so he decided we would take that)
I am certain this is not the most uplifting blog, but I rejoice with the time that I did have with him and what I learned from him. Every moment counts, but it is the really special times that stick in your head long after it has happened. I know I focus on what went wrong more than I should. Days like today make me remember to focus on the special times. Special times don't have to cost a lot of money... it is what you do with the time toegther that makes it special.