Father’s Day may be a Hallmark holiday. We don’t care – we take it very seriously.
My dad has a bad heart, bad knees and early Alzheimers. Some days are better than others. All his days are numbered. Some days he’s a real character. Some days he can be an asshole. Most days he doesn’t remember the day before.
Here’s the thing, imperfect as he is – he’s been there. There are 24 million people in the U.S. who were raised with no father present. My dad taught me the power in working hard. I learned to be my word from my Dad. I can argue with the best of them – and my dad was often my debate partner (on the other side).
Happy Father’s Day Dad!
(picture taken last winter – hat was a gift from me, sucker a gift from his 4 y/o great grandson. )