Today is Father’s Day and I realized that I have been without my own father to celebrate with longer than was able to celebrate him, to tell him what he taught me, how I loved him, and that I did listen to the lessons he taught me. I never got to thank him for providing for his brood of eight, and for baking us bread, and growing us vegetables. He never got to meet my four boys, who would have love him, and he in return. I never got to laugh over the time I asked my mother if I could get my ears pierced (I was turning 9) and she said to ask my father. I am pretty sure that when my father said yes, my mother went nuts, and told me that if my father wanted my ears pierced he could bring him. And he did. And I am pretty sure that my father waited over 2 hours because he was not going to go home without my ears pierced. I still laugh about it to myself. So thanks Daddy for all the laughs, and for being stubborn and getting my ears pierced for me. Happy Father’s Day and keep up the good work watching over me!
