Friday, August 31, 2007

Happy Birthday, Dad.

I know I'm supposed to be writing my book, but today is kind of special. So without regard to whether anyone or no one reads this, I thought I'd just take a few moments to remember my Dad on what would have been his 96th birthday.

My Dad was -- and remains -- my hero, even though he was oh, so human. He was far from perfect. He could be argumentative, stubborn, opinionated, and occasionally prejudiced. He probably drank more than he should have (although in almost 47 years, I saw him "drunk" only once--at my oldest brother's wedding rehearsal dinner--and his personal habits surely didn't shorten his life significantly). He could be mean, though rarely (if ever) was he mean to me.

But he came to the US from Ireland in 1922 at the age of eleven (that's his passport picture on the right), and worked for the next 74 years. He worked two, sometimes three jobs at a time. He loved my mother, to whom he was married 56 years when she died in 1998. And he gave his children everything he didn't have when he was growing up--including a father.

He was the hardest working, most self-sacrificing man I've ever known. He died June 28, 2001, just a few weeks short of his 90th birthday. I miss you, Dad. And I love you still.

3 comments:

Roberto Iza said...

Kind regards

trog69 said...

Your Da was born five days after my father. Sounds like you were fortunate, indeed. Also looks like he did a pretty good job!

Dr. Fallon said...

Thanks, trog. I appreciate the thoughts.