Because of some health issues, and a middle-aged man's guilt left over from being a typical teenager, I recently sent my Dad a seven page letter talking about some of the memories made with and lessons learned from my father. I did it because I wanted to tell him I remember...
I remember that he was there at every single game/match/whatever. He supported me in everything I did, whether or not it was something he was really into - like musicals!
I remember him being - kind of - patient when I was his unwilling accomplice - trying to install a one-piece muffler/tailpipe on a '72 Chevy van on what had to be the coldest February Sunday ever.
I remember when he baby-tapped a deer in the early evening on an icy road - traveling to a wrestling match to watch me compete. Both deer and '72 van were fine. Deer and driver were startled, though!
His response? "I was just trying to do my best." Dad, your best was THE best - it was exactly what I needed, even if I didn't know it at the time. I'm a Dad now, too. I hope my best is half as good as yours was!
Thank God I took the time to tell him before it becomes too late! God bless you, Dad! May he give you many, many more years.
I want my kids to see you the way I do.
I love you, Dad.
Great comments Morman...
I was a high school wrestler also, although not a particularly stellar one. I goofed off too much.