Tuesday it will be 34 years since my young father passed away.
It is pretty much why I hate the month of January after all these years. The bitter cold, the post holiday coldness of life.
I sometimes wonder, if anyone else remembers him?
I know they do.............
You see my father was the High School Science Teacher and started the football team.
I don't think he was just any teacher, I think he made a difference in people lives.
Last fall I was home on Veterans Day weekend. As I walked into a local antique store the owner looked up at me and said "well there is Ann Winkler now". Like they were expecting me?
There was a gentleman at the counter, older, with a white beard and cowboy hat on...I did not know him.
He was at the counter asking the antique owner where my father was buried, when I walked in the store!
What are the odds of that?
You see, his purpose was, that it was Veterans Day, he remembered his favorite teacher
served in WWII and he wanted to go to his grave site and pay his respects.
So you think I walked out of their dry eyed?
It touched my heart so...
Then yesterday I was working on my genealogy. I belong to Ancestry
and am always interested in seeing who is saving my info to their
family tree. After some research I realized the person saving some info
that I went to High School with their husband!
After sending each other a message I asked her to ask her to tell
her husband that my father was Mr. Winkler.
She wrote back
"Bob wondered if that was the case. Your dad was his hero and this brought back fond memories and a smile to his face."
Daddy you were always my hero, but I did not know you were for everyone else.