Growing up, my dad was like most fathers of the 60s & 70s — working all the time. It wasn’t the games he played with me. It wasn’t the time he spent with me. It was that he was there every night.
I could see him watching TV. I knew he was sleeping in the other room. I could hear him sleeping when the house got quite.READ MORE: 18 Inmates Of Washington County Jail Quarantined Following Positive COVID-19 Tests
Next month will mark 11 years since his death; but wearing his ring somehow helps me survive a world without him.
My three children, Tyler, Robbie, and Eva are a blessing; so I’ve always made time. But the best thing is that my youngest ones know I’m just down the hall. My oldest knows I’m a phone call away.READ MORE: Pittsburgh Bureau Of Fire On Scene Of Duplex Fire In Lawrenceville
Most important, though, is that they know about the ring. For as it shines, so will my own dad’s memory — forever in their hearts.
I guess you could say like the ring, life has gone full circle.MORE NEWS: 'We Got Banged Bad:' Freedom Hit Hard During Saturday Morning's Storms