Your Dad sounds like a really great guy. My thoughts and prayers are with you. I'm glad you had some great times together. Spent more time fighting with mine than shooting with him.
My condolences and I can relate. My dad introduced me to firearms when I was 7-8 yrs old. He, too, was my shooting buddy. He died of cancer 40 years ago; however, I always think of him when I pick up a weapon and clear the action and make sure the weapon is not loaded. He always told me to clear the gun no matter what the instant I pick it up. To this day I can hear him say that to me. Now I say the same thing to my two sons. That’s what it is all about. Peace. Out.
I’m very sorry for your loss, prayers. My dad passed in 12/2005 and I don’t think a day has went by that I haven’t thought of him, the pain was raw for me for several years and then became a dull ache for several more years before I could think about him without hurting but I still miss him every single day.
Your dad sounds like he was an awesome man and you two had a great relationship, always remember how blessed you are!
Your story reminds me of the good times hunting and shooting with my Grandpa and Dad. Grandpa passed in 1980, Dad in 2010. Miss them both, and I try to provide the same experiences with my sons and grandsons. Sorry for your loss and I hope you share the great times and memories with a youngster just getting started in the sport.
I was up at my dad's (again) today to work on a water heater. He was an electrician, and not very long ago he'd have done it himself. He's fading before my eyes.
He thinks I do a lot for him. I told him not too long ago that being able to do for him is one of the best blessings of my life. And to do things around the house for him is one of the best honors of my life. I can't possibly repay all that he's done for me.
I remember. I remember all of that overtime. I remember him coming home, tired, frustrated, and then putting up with a seriously mentally disturbed wife, and trying like hell to give two kids some semblance of a normal upbringing.
And then walking the two blocks to his own parents' house. To fix the plumbing. Or wire a new light switch. Or help them put out their garden. Never thinking of the example he was setting.
Every time I see some idiot lament the current state of our society, I know what's missing. A dad.
Very sorry for your loss. Sounds like you have a lot of great memories. I still think of both of my parents daily, miss them both, but am thankful for all the memories.