I have been avoiding this thread because I do not want to get too emotional and embarrass myself. I am jumping in anyway.
Being a bit different is almost a membership requirement for this forum and I guess I meet that one in spades.
Unlike the kids you folks write about Pop and I were ALWAYS best friends. Always. Pop volunteered for the United States Marine Corps because he was drafted by the U.S. Army to go to Vietnam. In a cruel twist of fate, I was born while Dad was Over There. When he got home he was...different. He had decided that he was going to raise his own best friend. He did that.
I never stood in the driveway watching the boat leave while he went fishing with his friends. If he went, I went. He took me everywhere, we worked on everything together and we played with everything together.
His father passed away at 72. His father in law passed away at 72.
I have made sure I include him in my life and I made sure the woman I married understood this. She treats her father the same way and we are both happy with that.
Like my friend HotRodZilla, I have a responsibility to raise and care for my child. My son is 12 and he is on The List of The Most Important Things. I have a list and I stay with it.
I have to balance work/fun/marriage/fatherhood/parents/meanness and I am not always successful at this. I try.
hppants message that we Don't Get to Decide is a good one. What we do get to decide is How to Live Everyday.
I DECIDE who I am and how I want to live. I DECIDE if I am going to be missed when I am gone. I can control some of that. I may not be able to decide when I am leaving this world but I can damn well decide how I act up to that point.
Many of us look back at that pic of beemerdons and wish...
I have these pics framed on my wall and I don't have to wish:
I decided that I will never have to cry over what I wish I had done or the rides I wish we had taken. That is a decision I can control.