father

So I have decided to write again. I have many things on my mind that I want to write about, my lack of self restraint and my wicked sunburn (which are not related), but I am dedicating this entry to my dad.

It is fathers day and few things mean as much to me as my family, I don't really tell them or others people this though. My father is an incredible man, he has his faults as we all do but he is probably my greatest rope model. His kind, loving, and giving attitude as shaped me into the man I am. He does so much for others and I am so incredibly proud to call him my father. I have so much love for him and I don't always know how to show him and I am working on it.

I would have to say one of the hardest things for me is seeing him getting old. seeing him age is tough, it reminds me of his mortality and I really don't want to lose him. Another thing that has been difficult for me involves his other son whom I have never met, but maybe I'll save that for my next blog.

My father, Richard Barry, is so special to me. His father died when he was young and he didn't have him when he needed him most, and I am so proud of who he became and how great of a father he is. I know that he has faced struggles and difficulties in life bit he is still an incredibly resilient man, his upbeat disposition and his giving attitude and grace inspire me.

I love my dad.

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