It was February 3, 2003 at 6:35am eastern time, a Monday morning 11 years ago.
I received the inevitable phone call every son dreads.
My older brother was calling to tell me our father had died.
He died of a massive heart attack in the hospital as he was recovering from one earlier in the week.
My first thought was of gratitude for having spoken with my dad just 36 hours earlier, and telling him I loved him.
The past few days I’ve been thinking about the life lessons I got from my dad.
I’m troubled that I’m struggling to find them.
Dad was a man of few words when it came to life lessons.
Looking back it seems his philosophy was that it was best for me to learn things on my own.
But, if someone held a gun to my head I’d have to say it’s the work ethic.
He was someone who did what he had to do to support his family in a very blue collar, union job.
Every day I can remember he got up and went to work.
He never complained and never called out sick unless absolutely necessary.
As the “baby of the family,” some would say I was spoiled, yet despite that I developed a work ethic similar to my dad’s.
There is a picture of my dad in his World War 2 Navy uniform on the wall in our home’s stairwell. Like so many of his generation he was proud of his service for his country. I pass that photo dozens of times each day on the way to my home office.
Today I’ll be spending a few extra seconds each time I pass it, offering extra gratitude for the conscious and unconscious lessons dad left with me.
In honor of my dad, Mel, I’d like to ask you to post a comment below with one or more life lessons from your dad.
Looking forward to reading ‘em…
Make it a great week!