I cannot speak for all of you who might read this regarding your father. A few I can and I know some of you, like me, were very fortunate.
My adopted father died in 1975 and my adopted mother in 1999. Shortly after her passing we were going through some old boxes belonging to my mother. You know the kind, the old shoe boxes on the top shelf of the closet, or that old trunk in the attic. I found her high school autograph book in one of the boxes.
Some of you might remember those, a book in which classmates and various friends wrote notes or small sayings, a remembrance item. I had never seen this book before so I sat down and started turning the pages and reading each entry. On the very last page of her book I found something my dad had written to my mother. It was dated Sullivan, Indiana, April 14, 1929. At that time my Dad would have been eighteen years old and my mother sixteen. Perhaps they were just beginning to date or, at least, seemed to be good friends.
In your chain of friendships, remember me as your strongest link.
John H. Adamson
Well, not only for her, but certainly for me, his life and influence were exactly that… the strongest link.
I hope on this Father’s Day you have some similar good memories to recall of your dad. I hope he was a strong link in your chain of life.