My dad was an alcoholic, and had a difficult time showing his tender feelings. I knew he loved his children, but it wasn't by any outward show. He worked hard to feed and clothe his six kids. I knew he had hopes, dreams and aspirations which never manifested, due in part to his being so busy trying to rear us.

In the last few years of his life, he began to demonstrate his feelings more openly which definitely filled me with much joy. Often, he would ask me to play guitar for him, and he would sit and smile at the tunes. (On of his life-long desires was to play, but he never had the opportunity to learn.)

When my son, Jason, was born, I made a commitment. This child would know that his dad loved him.

I kept the commitment. Today, my 27 year old son knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that I love him.

Perhaps that is a small thing in the eyes of many. But, in my heart of hearts, I know this is the greatest thing I have ever done.

And, in that, I have peace.

Ken