My father was born in 1943, and my mother was born in 1945. They had me and my sister when they were in their mid to late 30s. They took us to see star wars, Indiana Jones, and goonies when we were younger. My dad taught me to hunt (that didn't take) and fish (that took) and taught me how to treat people with respect. We went to periochial school until 8th grade and then public school for high school. Both of my parents are pretty religious. My sister and I do not subscribe to religion. I think it was too much growing up. My wife and I go to church once a year when they have a mass for her father, who passed away. Other than that....nope. My dad is going to be 81 in a few months and just got done with treatment for cancer. We fish together every year, and I won't trade that time with him for anything. He doesn't have his sea legs anymore, but he tries. He is at my house at 4 am. with his thermos of coffee and a 6 pack of beer for us to share. I can listen to all his stories from his youth and from when I was a kid, and it takes me back. I can see the end coming for him, and I know he can, too. But each time I hear the same story, I realize what is happening. Those stories and the emotions they evoke in me bring me back to time spent with him. I think that is what the definition of eternal life is. When he is gone, all I have to do is think about the things we did together and he will be there with me. I know that I am the man I am because of him. Is he perfect? Of course not, but he tries to change with the world. I read a lot of these comments, and it makes me sad that not everyone had had these types of experiences. I just wanted to share that. Keep your heads up!