So I heard from a friend that her father was in the hospital.

This brings back memories. Not really good ones either.

My father was an alcoholic. He drank ever since I can remember. I recall riding down the road with him while he had a Manhattan in his lap – no seat belt either.

Funny. I see the irony in that now. It wasn’t the lack of wearing a seat belt that killed him…

So he wasn’t a bad man in any sense of the word. He was loved by most all that met him. Except for those people that pissed him off. I’m like him that way I suppose…

But he drank for 40 years. Close to a bottle a day. And he drank almost up until the day he died. Even when his liver was shut down – he drank. Perhaps more on that whole story another time.

The tragedy for me is that I feel like I never really got to know him. I suppose that’s not entirely true – I knew a side of him. I never took the time to learn everything he knew. His prowess at being mechanically inclined. His ability to solve a problem. Sure I inherited that from him by DNA. But to have tapped his knowledge and not to have taken the time to do that…

And I never told him I loved him enough.

Never forget that. Ever.

So I’m sending thoughts - good ones – to the father of my friend and to all the fathers that are suffering. It’s my attempt to give others the chance to tell their fathers they love them.

No I’m not getting religious. No I don’t want to start a cult. I just believe that if I do something positive for others – it can’t be bad can it?