I miss my parents - even after all these years. I do all right most of the time until their special holidays roll around. I miss looking for that "special" greeting card to send. I miss not being able to pick up the phone, and hear their voices.
With Dad, I miss challenging him to a game of Scrabble (which I usually lost). I miss sharing my writings with him and having him tell me how I had a special gift for it. That meant so much, since I always revered him for his intellect, and wit!
Fortunately, for me, my father and I had a bond and closeness that crossed boundaries of divorce. I was only seven years young then. ~nr lenz
Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritance. ~Ruth E. Renkel
By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he's wrong. ~Charles Wadsworth (1814-1882)
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.