Luckily for everyone I can’t draw, so you’ll have to depend on the artists on the blog for their great fatherly interpretations.
My father passed away about five years ago, and maybe because there’ve been a few health difficulties in my family this year he’s been on my mind more than usual. And it’s hard to share a lifetime of gained wisdoms in a few bloglines, but I wanted to give him some public props today.
My dad was a kind man. He taught by his actions and his work and the way he treated his wife, his kids, and every person he came into contact with every day. I’ve heard a lot of people talking this Father’s Day about how their fathers taught them to be men, and that isn’t the thing I would’ve thought about mine. But he and my mom did teach us to be people, good people they hoped (with decent grammar; I’m not so sure he succeeded there). He really gave us a love of the people in the world, a way to enjoy each and every one of them for the best they had to offer. In that I sure hope he’s succeeded. I try every day Dad.