A friend recently lost his dad. Another friend’s dad got diagnosed with cancer. They linger in my thoughts every day. With that comes memories of my dad. More than his words, I miss his presence. The way he behaved and taught me to behave. A self-made man, nothing ever handed to him. Still, he was selfless and always put us before himself. He was my hero. Then again, I think all great fathers are just ordinary men who become heroes. Here my father is with my nephew. It captures their relation completely. Grandpa always watching, always there for little Turner. As I continue with life, I hold on to the memories that no one can steal. For the lucky ones, who still have their parents in their lives, create memories that no one can steal from you.
Miss you Dad.
A Writer's Discourse 