In the beginning, when I was a little boy, I thought that you would always be there. Why would you not?
You were Dad.
When my hair grew long and your temper grew short, I hated you for a while. You didn’t understand me. You never hated me, though. I knew that.
You were Dad.
When I made a colossal mistake, the first of many in my life, you never said I told you so. You let me fall, knowing that I would get back up.
You were Dad.
When I was a man, and you fell for the last time, I couldn’t pick you up. You waited until I got there, until I could say goodbye.
I was right, of course, as children often are.
You will always be here.
Time is short, but memories are long.
You are Dad.
Happy Father’s Day.
Greg,
Wow. Sweet. Poignant. Heartfelt.
Happy Father’s Day.
M
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Thanks, Maria.
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