Tough Men

It was 3 years ago today that my Dad left us. As my Mom and I walked into the resting place of my Dad's, my Mom pointed out where Arturo Gatti's resting place was. It's on the same side as my Dad's and as I looked up to honor the greatest pound per pound boxer of all time I was thinking to myself and said "Wow Arturo Gatti and my Dad are both resting in the same place on the same side, two very tough men". I would give anything to get back those silent and lost days we had. I know I was naive and stubborn and my Dad only wanted the best out of me. He loved me with the actions he took and even though we had our differences at times I knew he was always there for me. Looking back now, I realize that I could've been a better son and I have no one else to blame but myself. He did his utmost to support the family working those long hours in construction. Just looking at his hands was proof of how hard he worked. He had these big, rough hands. No matter what I do, I don't believe I could be as tough as my Dad. Growing up, I remember watching Arturo Gatti's fights with my Dad. Arturo would take a pounding from his opponents and he would be bloodied, red and blue around his eyes, yet he still stayed on his feet and continued to fight. He was just an amazing fighter and a tough man. Two tough men resting at the same place. God bless both of you. I love you Dad and I miss you very much.