Fathers and sons, and why we remember
My father passed away so many years ago that he seems like a distant memory of a stranger, yet I see him in the eyes of my younger son, who bears a striking resemblance to my dad when he was a young man, photographed somewhere in Eastern Washington holding a bolt-action .22-caliber rifle that occupies a place of honor today in my modest little gun locker.
This article of yours was very close to home and I appreciate it. I buried both of my grandfathers just before moving here. They were the most honorable and humble hard working men I have yet to meet.
That hit home since my grandfather on my dads side passed away before I could really know him and the one on my mothers side is having major issues with health to include mental issues. Also that on Monday I just became a father myself to a wonderful 9lb 5oz baby boy. Must not waste time with each of them.
happy fathers day to all, my son and i went to the range today and had a wonderful time