Thoughts

I love and appreciate how my Dad's good buddy, Tom, always calls me on this date. (My Dad referred to him as our "Uncle Tom" whenever he spoke about him in front of us. "Uncle" was reserved only for a select few *very* close friends.) 49 years ago they met as they entered the Army together. Tom's dad (a pastor) went on to marry my parents. They remained close friends until my Dad died almost two years ago.  Are we ever truly aware of the lives that we touch and make an impact on?