I like to think I always took the time to let my father (and my mother) know how much I appreciated all he did for me growing up. He really was a good dad.
So now, when I don't call or write, I hope he knows it isn't because I don't appreciate how I wast raised and who raised me, or that I've forgotten all those things. It is just that those things don't buy you a free pass.
I try to keep that in mind as I raise my boys. I am not infallible. I am not the wisest. I can apologize.
To all the men out there who inspire the young fellas to try and grow up to be decent human beings, you deserve a nod today.
To the fathers of my life: thank you for everything.
And to my fellows who hold a candle for the children that left us too soon: you know what fatherhood is, you live it every day; this is your day too. You are not forgotten and neither are your children.
Now let's all go eat some meat, have a beer and do lots of other stereotypical guy stuff in honor of ourselves.
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