Today my father, Jim Coleman, would’ve been 77 years old.
He’s been gone 10 years, as of April of this year, and I still miss him very much.
I wish he could’ve met my daughters. I wish he could’ve seen me graduate from college. I wish I would’ve had the presence of mind to talk with him about his family and his time in the Navy, especially during the Vietnam War.
I wish, I wish. Too late now.
Happy birthday, Daddy.