He was a distant and silent father. I only saw him a handful of times over the years. We shared very little in common.

I was honored though, to be with him and to be holding his hand as he died. I was able to tell him that I loved him. That was a little more than a year ago.

It is Father's Day tomorrow and I am thinking of you Dad. I don't really know what it was like to have a Dad, but I am thinking of you all the same.