My wife's dad passed away early Monday evening.
I looked up to him. He taught me so much about life. He was not only my mentor and my friend. I considered him to be my second father. I love him very much.
This has been a very hard year for him. At least he is not suffering any more. I will miss him and look forward to the day when we meet once again.
In a little more than 2 weeks it will be 3 years since my own father passed away. If not for August being the month in which my mother was born and that my two dads are at peace, I could learn to hate this month.