You got me into adulthood, and your heart failed you.

You had been given up for dead three times in your life, and still managed to raise a family and prepare us for the world before you went to your reward, too early by half for me.

As I approach the age at which you were taken from us, I think, how hard your life had been, how much you endured, how much pain you lived through, and how much of a wimp i am by comparison. In five years I will be the age you were when you died,having led a pretty soft life by comparison

I wish you were here to show me where I might be straying from the path. I have a million questions, now that i have a child of my own. I hope that someday I earn the title you held: Father. The only important job I ever had. The job you did with unequalled ease while carrying the load of Atlas; no wonder you died so young.

Thanks.