Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Father's Day came and went
I thought it would be harder for me than it was, but I managed. I wish life's ending could be as glorious as the living, but it never is. I read lots of praises of dads last Sunday in newspapers and online; I'm sure you did too. What I thought while reading them was, "That's nice. But none of these dads was my dad." If I were to tell you about my dad now, you'd think the same thing. So what I'll tell you is that to my dad I was the most special thing in the world and I felt the same way about him. Just like lots of other people feel about their dads. I won't ever feel that kind of unconditionally special to anyone ever again.
So if you still have a parent with you, and if you are lucky enough to have one who thinks the world of you as mine did of me, do what I did. Soak it up. Drink it in. Love every minute that you have it for as long as you can get it. And if you are lucky enough to have kids of your own, pass it on. That, my friend, is the meaning of life. You can take that to the bank.