Today was Father's Day. I'm sure many people are aware of that, but for me, it was a tough one. For the first time in my life, I did not have the privilege of spending the day with my dad. As I'm sure I've alluded to, if not outright said, my dad and I are very close. He is the single largest male influence on my life in so many more ways than he could possibly imagine. I told him earlier that I hope to someday be a fraction of the man that he is, and I don't know if he understands how literally I mean that. The selfless way that he goes about his day-to-day life is something that I continually strive to accomplish.
For years now, he has worked tirelessly to provide for my family. He and my mother have made quite the dynamic duo in terms of raising my sisters and I. The other day I was having a conversation and this is what he said to me, "I work hard every day. I've gone to work for 30-something years now, never complaining, and always with you and your sisters in mind. I have driven you guys all over for social gatherings and sporting events, I provide pretty much anything you guys ask for, and what do I get as a reward? The opportunity.. To pooperscoop"
Well dad, I hate to tell you this, you drew the short end of the straw. While I know that sometimes it may suck to imagine a life like that, I can't imagine what my life would be like if you had done otherwise. Everything I ever accomplish can be directly credited to you and mom, and I like to think that you two will one day share in whatever those accomplishments may be. Although there is only one day where society dictates I acknowledge your brilliant parenting, I'd like for you to know, that I remind myself every day how lucky I am to have a father like you.
For me, my personal thoughts on Father's Day consist of this: to serve as a reminder that few, if any, people in the history of the world, are as lucky as I consider myself.
I love you, dad.
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