THINKING OF YOU, DAD

Maybe it was the fact that I could not recall my user name and password to sign in to my own blog.


Maybe it was the fact that it is June 17 and I have not posted since March.


Or maybe it's the new diet program I just joined.


I dunno.


I feel compelled to update my blog and start writing again.


Let's start with the June 17th angle...omigosh! It's Father's Day!


John's big present is letting him sleep in and not be responsible for pottying the puppy (a new addition to our family since my last post.) I've also promised him a foot rub...he's working three jobs right now and those dogs are darn tired.


Of course, a Father's Day doesn't go by that I don't miss my father, who died 10 years ago.


Not that we were particularly close...


In fact, I always wished that Hallmark would come out with a special line of holiday cards targeted for dysfunctional families. You know..."You were never really there for me, Dad, but gosh darn it, I love you! Happy Father's Day!"


Something like that.


Maybe a picture on the front of the card sporting an empty 12-pack of beer...


Not that I am bitter.


'Cuz the truth is, all parents damage their children in some respect. However, I know, at the ripe old age of almost-51 that most Dads -- and most Moms -- do the best they can with the parenting skills they have in raising their children.


Hey,Dads make mistakes. And children, bless their hearts, are forgiving, loving little creatures.


No matter what, your Dad is your Dad.


And, no matter what, and despite his shortcomings, he deserves a day to be celebrated.


Happy Father's Day, Dad!


I love you.

You who are on the road
Must have a code
that you can live by

And so become yourself
Because the past
is just a good bye.

Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh...
and know they love you.

And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears
that your elders grew by

And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth
before they can die.

Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picked, the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them why,
if they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh...
and know they love you.