Dad was a plain man
he died not much older than I am now. He never set foot outside of this country except for a day trip in Windsor Ontario in 1976, and then only for a few hours.
There are a lot of things I can say today, and all of them will be understood by men who had fathers who were- as John Wayne said- “Feo, Fuerte, Y formal” or “Ugly, Strong, and with Dignity”.
The only ones that matter, anyway, to me, are “Thanks, Dad.” For years I have missed your presence in my life, missed having you here to help me when i needed your wisdom, but today, I can honestly say, you gave me the greatest education you could have given me: To learn how to figure it out on my own.
I wish I’d met him. You are a wonderful father to the Oglette, I’ve seen it first hand. You picked up some of that from him, I imagine.
It’s been two years this week since Mom died and Dad did not want any company. We had to respect that, but I did send him something that made him smile and he called me, in better spirits.
My Dad died 3 years ago from stubbornness. The official cause of death was a pulmonary embolism. But it all could have been avoided if he had went to a Dr. sooner.
I can think of no greater compliment than ” You are just like your Father”.
Miss you Dad.
Roger
Hsppy Fathers day Og.
Right back atcha, Rich!
“…on my own.”
That, right there, is the greatest gift a father can give.
HFD.
“Thanks, Dad.”
Well said. Very well indeed.