Happy Father’s Day, gents! The day started for me with the dog refusing to go to the bathroom (NO control over a 5 pound puppy, very humbling), probably just life’s way of keeping my feet on the ground.
It’ll be walks and barbeques for the old man in this house today, I am looking forward to hugs and I think maybe my gift isn’t in the house currently (had a “Dad, what would you like for NEXT year’s Father’s Day?” talk with the boy yesterday, he’s not exactly a mystery) but the best gifts I ever got were a homemade toolbox from my daughter (still use it, one of the first things I’d grab in a fire) and a keyholder with sailboats from the boy (maybe Grade 4, pretty damn good work if you ask me and also on the fire list).
Anyway, my Dad has been gone since 1992 but I think about him all the time. I have been touched by Pat’s posts about his Dad over the years and the latest is (as always) from the heart.
Enjoy it, men. And if you’re lucky enough to have a living, breathing Father (even if he isn’t your biological Dad, you know who your Father is) then you hug the stuffing out of that bastard today and I mean it.
I’d give a lot to trade places with you today, and that’s for sure.