"I Miss My Dad"
I miss my dad. He died in 2006 after 12 years of struggling with ALS. I miss the advice. I miss his toothy smile. I miss the way he pushed me (sort of). I miss witnessing the ways he worked to help people take their next step in life professionally and personally. I miss his syntax, (especially the parenthetical parts). I really would have like to watch him see his grandson graduate from Davidson last month. I miss him just because he was my dad. It is kind of weird being back home in Charlotte and not having him here, but it is always nice when someone I’ve just met shares fond memories of him with me of his work at the bank, at church, on the School Board, or in the community. It happens a lot. He loved this city and being back in it makes my Father’s Day remembrances hit a little closer this year. I’m using his life as a sermon illustration this Sunday. We’ll see if I can get all the way through it! (If I don’t and have to quit before the end, that’s OK. The sermon last