My dad was a kind and gentle soul. He died of cancer almost 15 years ago. The type of person to never complain, he didn’t go to the doctor until the pain was too much to ignore. Within two weeks after seeking treatment for “the flu”, cancer took his life.

Some dads aren’t good at being parents, just as some moms aren’t good at being parents. It’s a major responsibility to have children and there are a lot of sacrifices that men and women, who do the job right, will make.

Today is the day to let your dad know you appreciate and love him.

Almost 16 years ago, a woman taking a small kitten to the local animal shelter stopped at my office. As I held the small bundle of fur in the palm of my hand, I stared into the biggest eyes I’d ever seen. I took Bear home with me that day.

Today, June 14, 2007, I had to help Bear get to the Rainbow Bridge.

I miss him terribly.