Was he born into a life of privilege?
It matters very little. His story would be the same.
And stories he does have, if only he could share more.
During a time of war, he signed up to defend our nation.
When he returned, he worked for his father.
It was there that he met his future bride.
But moss couldn’t grow on a rolling store.
Soon he took a job in the world of business.
And once children came, he worked a second job too.
I thought I grew up into a life of privilege. In many ways I did.
We never were left wanting. It seemed like we had it all.
Looking back, maybe it was a bit humbler, but just a bit.
So many amazing memories. I’d never give up any.
And especially when it comes to the holidays, I always want to say:
“Here’s to you, Dad. To a life lived well”.