I was feeling kinda blue today thinking about Father's day. Reading the Father's Day posts has picked me back up a little. I felt the same way about my dad, loved him dearly. Unfortunately and way too soon, my dad died the same year I graduated High School. He was able to attend my graduation and was proud of me for that. He never graduated High School, but did obtain a G.E.D and enlisted in the Air Force. He was a truck driver and he also did some catering on the side. I used to love it when he's take me to work with him,usually on saturdays, and I learned how to drive a forklift when I was 8. He died of Cancer the day after Christmas that year after being diagnosed in July. I was just thankful he didn't have to suffer as long as some patients do. I was also thankful I could be by his side, he literally died after I whispered into his ear, I told him I loved him and I would take care of 'Ma' so it was okay to let go and he did, I'll never forget that.