This year he turned 80. When I look at him he is locked somewhere 45 years ago… I think that was the time I first thought of him as a man, and not just my father. I still think he can do anything and heal any wound just like he did when we sat on those steps in Richmond Virginia all those years ago.
In two weeks we are going on an adventure. Just the two of us. Off to explore and to understand – for me to be his daughter and him to be my Daddy.
So Happy Father’s Day to all the Dad’s out there. May you someday see your life through the eyes of your child and know the measure of the gifts you have bestowed.
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, Daddy I don’t think I
Said ‘I love you’ near enough