bill...
i lost my father when i was 10. alot of his lessons were lost on me for years, but as i'm now a father myself i see the bigger picture. alot of the things you get from your parents are vague, not wearing the clothes of something that will stay with you and have a hand in molding what you became, but they do. and one day you look at it through different eyes and you just say thanks. it's a bit of a sad thanks because you didn't get it when you had the chance, but i think that for someone like me who didn't get that opportunity to know him like i wish i could've, it's just one big way to make sure we never forget... and one way they always stay with us.
even 17 years later, a tear drops my eye thinking about it... what i missed and what i didn't realize i had. wow... post getting difficult to write... but i know he's with me... and yours with you, bill... and wheelman... and all others who are missing the one who halfway put us here. i guess this post is just for all of them... really can't write anymore, just one big to all of them. thank you, and we love you...bob