Reflections of a Father

On a Father's Day, my thoughts drift between my dad, and being a dad. I want to write about my Dad. But it would take me all day to think of the things I want to say. In a recent Facebook status, I wrote "Contemplating Father's Day, and convinced that, at my best, I couldn't carry my Dad's suitcase. But I am ok with that." I wasn't fishing for compliments (but I really appreciate the kind words), but rather stating that I don't think I could ever be the man that my Dad was. I know he had his failings, but I sure didn't see that many or very often. I miss him. A lot.

So bouncing between my father and being a father, I am taking a shortcut and posting things I've already written. The short tribute I wrote for my Dad at his funeral doesn't even come close to saying all that could be said, but I knew that I would have a hard time making it through even a few paragraphs.

Then there are a couple of letters that I recently wrote for Abbey and Rachel. Rachel's note was for her to read at her Confirmation retreat. Abbey's letter was supposed to be read on the bus from the graduation ceremony to the after grad party. I think she eventually read it, but it wasn't on the bus. She was afraid I'd make her cry. While none of these are long in content, they are true to my heart.

I'm a lucky guy. Great parents. Great wife. Great kids. Not bragging. Just appreciating.

Happy Father's Day