Hey, Happy Father’s Day to you fathers out there. But for me I have sadness. I miss my father. He was such a great man. He struggled, made mistakes, he had successes, he had failures.. you know the rest. He wasn’t perfect. But he did give food to families that were in severe need (he was a grocer) by providing credit (and didn’t expect to get paid) and he did serve his country (army), his community (councilman in Warren, baseball coach). Well you get the picture.
What I am saddest about is that my boys didn’t know my dad. They missed his liberal views of politics, his ability to argue good policy, his penchant for doing the right things. They also missed his work ethic. He was hard working, many times struggling to make ends meet, to make enough to support the family in a small grocery store (but boy did we eat good) or that fact that so many people could comfortably drop by the place and enjoy the family’s hospitality.
And the disappointment that I didn’t share enough of my dad, his stories, his life with my boys and that they are growing beyond me (as they should) is my greatest letdown.
But then, I think, my father influenced much of what I am. Perhaps in this way, he did reveal himself through me. And was I a better father for it! Having learned from his mistakes. Having benefitted from his insights. Having enjoyed his personable ways. Well, happy father’s day indeed. Maybe that letdown idea was really the seed for an uplift. Maybe I’m really not sad. Maybe I am happy. Well, I am certainly grateful to be a father. Father’s day. Happy father’s day indeed.
And to you Dad, I miss you!