He was a quick witted person and was very fond of joking. He was a very loving father but he was excessively protective and he was a worrier. Growing up, I had found those traits difficult to deal with. I usually think, that is why he passed at such a young age. He was always terribly afraid that, he would not be able to cope with his mother's passing. My grandma outlived him by 7 years. He was afraid that his brother would kill himself because of alcoholism. He did and everybody dealt with it including my grandma who outlived my uncle by 3 years.
He died on February 20th. So, the time between his birthday and his death day is especially tough on me. Oh, and Father's Day is the worst.
I am turning 50 this year and as I approach the age he died, I tend to stop and reflect back on things more often.
My heart is heavy these days...