He Wasn’t Big On Compromise

Published: Thursday, June 13, 2013 at 13:00 PM.

Not a day goes by that I don’t think of Dad. Something he said or did. I remember the quiet whisper of instruction, the back yard games of hide and go seek. I remember meeting him with a ball and two gloves in my hand as he stepped out of his truck. I remember most vividly each and every one of the bangings on the backside when I strayed from the path.

Mostly I remember being good and doing right are things that never go out of style.

I loved my Father beyond all others. I respected him more than any other person I have ever met. I appreciated then, and even more now, the clear and unmistakable guidelines he established and rendered unto me. I will never, never forget his love and dedication to our family. I have lived my life trying to be the man he so desperately desired me to be.

And those, dear hearts, are “gifts” Dad would have cherished way above Brooks Brothers ties and J. C. Higgins shotguns.

 

      Happy Father’s Day,

 



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