It’s another Fathers Day.
Time sure passes quickly. I did better this year and got the card in the mail early. Actually, I mailed it Saturday a week ago. Thinking I was late as usual. I was very relieved there was another week to go.
This holiday and mothers day means more as the years pass. I realize and understand better how precious these opportunities are. My dads 83 and I cherish each year that I’m able to still call and hear his voice.
My father died in 1991 at the age of 80. He and I butted heads constantly while I was growing up, but he is still my benchmark of how an honorable man should act and live. He was a WW2 veteran and was badly wounded. If the German 88mm shell had hit a little higher on his tank, I wouldn’t be typing this today; it was that close.
I’m quite sure I disappointed him by not following in the family footsteps and becoming an attorney. But I also know that I made him quite proud by being successful in my chosen career.
I’m testing for 6th Degree Black Belt next Thursday. Dad, this one’s for you.
Meh. I got a shirt and a piece of ass. They were both too big for me.
I got steak and corn on the cob, cooked by my son on our new grill. Both were underdone, but still good. I also got a huge shop vac to replace one that’s on its last wheels.
And we got invited over to the neighbor’s place for dessert. His daughter just had a baby, and the new dad was there for his first father’s day.
And so the circle of life keeps on turning…