Yeah.. I got a little mushy..

Today, all commercialism aside, is a good day. Fathers. Dads. Poppas. Grandfathers, Pappys... whatever you want to call em. As I've grown older I've learned to appreciate my father's role in my life. My mother passed 4 years ago and was severely disabled from a brain aneurism when I was 20. My Father took care of her for almost 16 years before she died. In this day and age of divorce and absent father's, I just wanted to take a moment to recognize all the Fathers that do what they're supposed to do, and then some. I think there are many more of the good than the bad. My Dad lives his life as wholly as he can. He is almost 70 and active. He showed me how to be honest and forthright, just by his actions. Watching his loyalty toward my mother was one of the biggest gifts he could have ever gave me. He never complained, never once had a pity party, never. He was not perfect, he was often wore out, taking care of my mother was a 24 hour a day job. He fed her, bathed her, kept her company, he loved her. I am very aware of the unique and powerful role a father has in a daughter's life. I have several friends who have little girls, and I am awed by their relationships. I watch one of my friends, who is over 6 foot, 200 lbs, plays football, does all the things men do. Swear, Drink, Get dirty, and fix things... get on the floor with his 6 year old daughter and play with her dolls with her. She looks at him with her big brown eyes and absolutely worships him. Almost as much as he worships her. So.. to all you Fathers... Here's to you.

Happy Father's Day.