Seems like yesterday.
I learned a lot about being a Dad, from my Dad. I'm sure he learned a lot about it from his Dad, my grandfather.
|Gramp in his army days, right around WWI.|
Truth be told, we learn both what to do as a dad and what not to do as a dad from our fathers and their fathers. For better or worse, we all make mistakes as fathers. After all, we're human. If we learn from our mistakes, then we grow. If we don't, well hopefully the kids will cut us some slack. My did and still do. As necessary.
I spent a lot of Father's Days away from my Dad. At least 24 of them, what with being stationed at the far flung outposts of democracy. Visits back to the old homestead didn't always coincide with Father's Day. The closest we ever got was 1982. I returned from Korea a few days after the holiday. Of course, Dad didn't mind too much, he got to see his grandson again.
Being a father is a heavy responsibility, but it is nowhere near as hard as being a mom. I think that's why Father's Day seems, quite rightly, to take a back seat to Mother's Day. I have no problems with that. Seems right and proper to me. (And no, The Missus Herself didn't make me say that.)
Being a father is easy though if you have great kids, which I think I do. What's really awesome about being a Dad though, is that if you don't screw it up, you get to be a grandfather some day.
And being a grandfather is the best gift any dad could ask for.
Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there. Especially to my "co-grandfathers" Bob and Bill. To my sons Alex and Chris. And to my brother Rob.
If your dad is still around, cherish him. If he's not still around, honor his memory.
Happy Father's Day Dad.
Happy Father's Day Gramp.
Miss you guys.