Today is Fathers Day. The day we recognize and honor those men who are our fathers.
Sadly, many men are sperm donors, but never fathers.
I am lucky. I had a father. Still do, so I am doubly lucky. I am not half the man he is, and sadly, will likely never have the chance to be a father, much less one like him.
My Dad taught me how to be a man, How to stand fast, and do what is right, to be dependable as you can be. To make your word your honor. Because of my father, I can build nearly anything, fix anything that can be fixed. He took the time to do his best to teach me those skills which he felt were useful to a man in the world which he inhabited.
In the main, he was correct in his choices of skills to teach. He taught me to weld, to be a carpenter, a plumber, a veterinarian, a mechanic…..He taught me patience (as much as I can be) and honor, and compassion. He taught me to never fight unless needed, but then to fight with all the ferocity and violence I could muster. These lessons have served me well through my life. I am a better man today because I had him as a father.
While I am far from a perfect son, seldom exhibiting the traits he wishes for in a firstborn, he still shows me respect and patience and honor. He holds in his disappointment, seldom letting it show that he wishes he had a son with so many other traits.
There is more I should say, but I don’t know how.