Dear Father
Today would have been my father’s 67th birthday. The anniversary of his passing approaches and not a day goes by that I do not reflect on him, on the time we shared, on the wisdom he labored to instill in me. It is nearly impossible to put into words what I feel. It is ridiculous actually that I write of it here. Then why do I write this? The loss of my dear father is but a prick of light in the night sky compared to the suffering of some. It reminds me that I am human. It reminds me to be thoughtful in my decisions, to live each day with passion and to share what I know of this crazy existence with others. Only together can we make the world great for ourselves and for each other. My father certainly believed this. Here’s to remembering.
Jeremy: That was very inspirational. It says a lot of your character, not mourning introspectively only, but also looking to how you can learn from your father’s values.
Nathan Smith
Father/Mother are gifts from GOD for me… There all my source of inspirations to spread the Love of GOD…
GOD bless you…
Viking KARWUR