A great man died today. He wasn't a world leader or a
famous doctor or a war hero or a sports figure. He was no
business tycoon, and you will never see his name in the
financial pages. But he was one of the greatest men who
ever lived. He was my father.
I guess you might say he was a person who was never
interested in getting credit or receiving honors. He did
corny things like pay bills on time, go to church on Sunday
and serve as an officer in the P.T.A. He helped his kids
with their homework and drove his wife to do the grocery
shopping on Thursday nights. He got a great kick out of
hauling his teenagers and their friends to and from football
games.
Tonight is my first night without him. I don't know
what to do with myself. I am sorry now for the times I
didn't show him the proper respect. But I am grateful for a
lot of other things.
I am thankful that God let me have my father for 15
years. And I am happy that I was able to let him know how
much I loved him. That wonderful man died with a smile on
his face and fulfillment in his heart. He knew that he was
a great success as a husband and a father, a brother, a son,
and a friend. I wonder how many millionaires can say that.