Forty years ago today four children lost their father. They lost the ability to know a man who was a teacher, an air traffic controller, and an engineer. A man that told his daughter she would go to college, no matter what. A man that knew enough to cherish the relationship with his young son, to appreciate his children as he aged. A man that was generous with his money and his knowledge. A man that took the time to build a shelf, and a life-size wooden Santa Clause complete with a working lantern; a man that had a workshop in his basement and more tools in the garage; who helped countless young lives at a troubled boys home; a man that could see bits and pieces of the future, a man that tried to advise his wife and spend his precious last few moments with his newborn son.
Forty years ago a young man passed away. His life was taken from him unexpectedly.
In just 3 years time, a vibrant man full of life, a man who had a flip in the front of his jet black hair, who went by "Sonny," was laid to rest amidst a blizzard of white snowflakes, as his daughter with big blue eyes and dirty-blonde hair, wistfully looked down and shuffled her feet and said good-bye to her daddy.
Someday Sonny.
