Today would have been my Dad's 59th birthday - if he was still here. Unfortunately, he passed away in 1985 from a brain tumor. A tumor we later found out was caused (admitted from the US Army) from that wonderful thing they used in Vietnam called Agent Orange. Of course, the Gov't only admitted this 2 years after he had passed, so nothing beneficial came of it.
So I have been slightly depressed all day today. Our access to e-mails and internet were down for 3/4 of the time so I am late even getting this posted. More depression.
I keep thinking how Dad never got to meet my wife, or any of the 4 grandkids from us. Never got to meet his namesake (my oldest boy). How my family never got to meet him. And all I have to share with them is a few pictures, and what stories I can remember. Heck, I was only 13 when he passed away.
So, I have no clue what I am going to do tonight. I should go home, but I feel like getting tanked instead... drown the sorrow. Doesn't do any good, but it enables me to sleep.
At least there is only one more day this week...
PeacE
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