There are a few days a year I allow myself to miss those who have passed on, and move along about my day. Every January there is one particular day that I can not move on.
In every persons life, 2 people contribute to the conception of your being, forming a bond unbreakable by distance, by time, by any limitation that could be brought.
22 years ago today, half of me was laid to rest. Leaving a hole in my life. A great unknown vastness that though seemingly through another’s eyes would seem weightless and ineffectual to ones own life, this dark hole weighs down with the force and gravity like you wouldn’t believe.
The phrase you dont know what you got til its gone rings loudly in my ears. I didn’t know what I had before he was gone, but I know the things I missed out on having growing up. And i know i am who i am because of him.
So this is to the greatest man I will never know, but will always love, my missing piece, my father - John Eric Knowles. 9/16/1964-1/20/1990
As you all are taking shots to celebrate the life of the beautiful and talented miss Etta James, I will be sitting behind a table at the clubhouse celebrating my fathers. Take shots with me.
