My sons couldn't make it this time normally they visit every fathers day and birthday

My father was a great influence in my life. I have told many stories of how he supported me and told me I could be and do whatever I wanted. He was my rock and taught me through travel and education about the world.

However, I also had an 8th grade English teacher named Mr. Lockhart who made such a strong impression on me. He was a gruff old man, grumpy and constantly hitting the desk with his ruler loudly to get the attention of everyone in the class. He was no nonsense and was very clear when you did not do your assignment or did not pay attention.

But, boy, was he a good teacher. He was patient, often going over the same thing over and over until everyone got it. He gave us the basics of grammar and sentence structure and then challenged us to soar with new vocabulary and fresh ways to write and get our point across in a correct and yet artistic manner.

I had no idea how his combination of a good foundation in English and strong discipline would serve me throughout my education. I admired him and count him as one of the "fathers" in my life.

I know you are no longer alive, but Happy Father's Day, Mr. Lockhart...you live through your students and those who are living today and trying to pass on some of what you taught us.