My dad, John Arthur Heise, was my first dance partner.
And he taught me how to bowl...he was an excellent bowler.
And without knowing it, he instilled in me that special-albeit-odd sense of Heise humor that comes in handy at the strangest times...and I thank God for that.
My dad, bless his heart, died 15 years ago today. He was 76 years old.
Oh, we had our issues. And there was a time span of more than a dozen years during which we rarely talked on the phone and never saw each other. But we were fortunate in that at the end of his journey here on earth, we had the chance to make amends and hug and tell each other how much we loved each other. Not everyone gets that chance.
Sadly, my dad never met Daniel or my sister's children. Blame it on time, distance, difficult family dynamics, health problems. And yet, in his own way, I know he loved them.
It's all about forgiveness...sometimes hard, but not impossible, to find.
Anyway, thinking of you, Dad. And smiling between the tears.