My father is 69 and not in the best of health, so I make it a point to call him every night. Some nights we only talk for an hour, most for well over two hours, and I am thankful that every time I call he is still around to pick up the phone.
I lost my mother in 2003 to suicide and I am thankful for the time I had with her, though it was much less time than I had expected.
I am thankful that my father is my best friend. I am thankful that his love is unwavering, and he tolerates any and all of my flaws.
I am thankful for the sacrifices he has made throughout the years, and I am thankful that he continues to make those sacrifices for my younger brother.
I am thankful for the examples he has set for me in life, I am thankful that I will carry on his tradition of always questioning authority, always standing up for the little guy, for having a sense of fairness, and always seeking justice.
I am thankful for being born his son.
