Almost born on the 4th of July

I was around 3 years old and had lived in 6 foster homes by the time I was adopted by Paul & Dorothy. He was a salesman and a Koren War Vet. Paul, or Dad, was born on July 3, 1929 and passed away July 2, 2008, the day before his 79th birthday. This year he would have turn 80. We didn't get along at all in the 20 years of his life and in fact his last wish was to exclude me from his obituary.

If I could, I would have told him I admired him and respected him. I would have told him I was always trying to win his approval and that I wanted him to be proud of me.

But, it never worked out for me to do that. He decided that he no longer had a son and refused his wife from keeping in contact with me. So, here's to dying a bitter man. I hope now what pain was in your life is now gone and that you're in Heaven finally happy.

Love Your Son,
Jerry