Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My father, my "Pop" was, is the man I looked up to. I always have and will admire him and love him, for all he has done for me. For all that he deprived himself of for his family. He didn't buy himself new shoes or nice pants or shirts. Instead he'd use his money to get us things we needed or wanted. He always gave of his time, his advice, and most importantly his example. He was and will always be a United States Marine! As proud as he was of his family, as much as he loved his family, he loved the Marine Corps and being a Marine! "Once a Marine, Always a Marine" My standards for life came from his, from the Marine Corps. I can never express in mere words how much I loved him, and always will. I was always so very proud of him. He and I would make each other laugh sometimes with nothing more than a smile. He always tried to take life with an easy stride, he'd never sweat the small stuff, and always told me to do the same. But this is not small stuff, he was, he is, my Pop, and now I've lost him, I miss, I love him, my heart aches for him, and will terribly until my time comes to be with him again. I know when I do I'll find him in his Marine Corps dress blues standing guard at the gates of heaven. He'll smile that wonderful smile he has and say "Welcome home son". I love you Pop, Semper-Fi!
