Well.
My respect for that guy named Hostile has gone up yet another notch. It's funny. I had already come to the personal conclusion that notch was so darn high, it couldn't be pushed any higher. Surprise, surprise. I learn something new about myself every day.
I know how it feels to lose a father. It's been nearly ten years, but many days it still feels like it was just yesterday. I wish that we had the opportunity to share some of the events which occurred during the last decade, like sitting together in the SuperDome watching our town's high school win multiple state football championships. Or watching him, a lifelong New Orleans fan, fill with pride after seeing his beloved Saints finally reach the NFC championship game. Just thinking about it... I can see in my mind's eye... his eyes sparkle, giving me a little wink and saying, "It's about time, boy. It's about time."
Hostile.
You honor us by honoring your father.
Always cherish what you had with him. Those feelings will stay with you for a lifetime. They'll always strengthen you and more importantly, keep you strong. God bless you and your family.