Its that day again, where the North American world attempts to bolster the malls and hallmark shop with one focused day intended to honor fathers. You already know how I feel about Mother’s day and Father’s day. You know that I’ve said that every day should be mothers and fathers day.
And what’s wrong with that? I know that we have to make do with what life gives us and that we don’t always take the time or effort to make sure that our parents know that we appreciate them. I try not to be like that. I hope that it shows through from time to time.
Dad, I know that you’ve wished that you had spent more time with we children during your employed life. I now that you probably feel that you’ve let us down by spending time at work instead of at home. I know that I have the same feelings towards my own children. I hope that this means that we’re somewhat normal. I also want you to know that I don’t feel cheated or short-changed out of a father, as you were there when it counted. One of the things that I’ve always admired about you is your desire to provide for our family, regardless of the personal cost. Our time was always good, even when it was weeding the garden. You have taught me so many things that I’d be at a loss to even start counting.
I do know that all the good things about the man that I’ve become were the result of what you and mom taught me as I was growing up. Most of this was by the example that you led. Because of this, I will always strive to be a better man than I am. I will continue to try to do the good things that you do the way that I believe that you do, with patience and strength. If I get half way there before I’m pushing daisies, then I’ll have been successful.
Thanks, dad, for providing me with the skills to get through life as I have. You’ll always be my hero. I love you, dad.