I am grateful he chose to be my dad

It hardly seems possible that it has been five years since he finished his earthly journey. 

I enjoyed our phone conversations, during my afternoon commute; but, didn’t call often enough. 

I enjoyed morning coffee and conversation with him; but, I rarely made this happen. 

I enjoyed listening to his stories and learning about life in the real world from a genuine master; but, I, all-too-often, chose other things instead. 

I would give my right arm to be able to take a mulligan on how I played so many different shots in our late blooming relationship; but, I am so thankful he said, “I believe your search for your biological father is ended with me.”

I am so thankful he paved the way for me to have a genuine relationship with a real family who loves me simply for who I am, whose son I am. 

I am grateful for one of the sweetest, kindest, strongest, and most loving people I know, who treats me like a son and takes a genuine interest in my life, my wife, my kids, and my grandkids. 

I wish I had done a better job at being his son, but am eternally grateful he became more than a biological father to me. I am grateful he chose to be my dad. 

RIP, Williams Harrison Sizemore, Sr.
(August 17, 1935 – July 21, 2013)

© William Harrison Sizemore, Jr.
(AKA Bill Williams, a fellow sojourner)

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