This post, however, is about a dad no longer with us. My husband's dad passed away a little over 5 years ago from a all-too-quick acting brain tumor. It was a sad time for everyone.
He was my ice cream buddy; he was always ready with words of wisdom; he was wise and funny if not hidden behind a calm and still demeanor.
So much of what makes my husband who he is comes from direct influence from his father. I only wish I had had more time to get to know him and that he could be around to meet his grand kids (the oldest grandchild was just a newborn when he passed).
I do like to think of him watching over his grand kids and that he perhaps had some sort of hand in us being chosen as their parents.
We may have lost a good man on earth 5 years ago, but heaven gained a good soul to watch over us all.