45 Years Ago
I started this post a few days ago and was unable to finish it because my thoughts were pretty jumbled that day. I just didn’t know what I was wanting to get across. Today, as I go back to it again, I still don’t know what I want to say so I’l probably just leave it as is. Forty-five years ago today, on November 20, 1968, my father passed away. I always think about him on this date as well as a few other days of the year. I guess it’s only natural that, as the years go by, I think of him less and less. But I always seem to remember him on this date. Over the years, I have compared myself as a father to my own father. We are very different men. Whereas he taught me to fight at the drop of a hat and defend the Faddis name, I did not do that with my son. One way in which we are the same is that we both held steady jobs and provided for our families. As I have written here before, my dad spent very little time with his family because he was either at work or out chasing around in th