Journal Entry: Mon May 28, 2012, 10:41 PM
On Sunday morning my father, old iron sides, died of pneumonia. No one would have called him perfect, and he would be the first to admit that. To me though, he was one of the meanest, toughest nuts you could have ever met and in the end, he has a legacy that needs stated....
My father was heavily addicted to alcohol and tobacco for most of his life. And they had taken huge tolls on the most important relationships his life and the relationship between my father and I was not spared. There was along time my father and I didn't speak to each other. Eventually those addictions took their pound of flesh from my Dad. About 12 or 13 years ago, he was struck down by a series of strokes and left in a wheel chair with the use of only one arm. Unable to take care of himself, me and my siblings attempted to keep him out of the system. However, after struggling for many years, in the end it didn't last. We finally had to put him in a nursing home, where he could have access to proper facilities and where proper medical care was close to him.
Eventually I grew and my father changed. We were able to start to reconcile. And as I have become a husband, a father and a provider I started to better understand my father and the gifts he had given me. His words may have seemed small, his lessons may have seemed pointless at the time. But my father did live life with certain principles. Certain ideas that he planted in my mind that I truly believe, would they have not been said, I would not be the man I am today. I would never have accomplished what I have or dream like i do.
My father made me a dreamer, made me a hard worker and taught me to never ever.... EVER give up my my dreams.
And for that Dad I thank you. I will continue to live by those principles and your legacy will be passed onto my son.
I love you and will always miss you.
Your son Jeff
Listening to: my baby laugh
Watching: A computer screen...