Earlier, as the tears flowed, I thought of how you would see me now. Wondered actually about whether or not you'd approve? And oddly enough, in that space between where you taught, and what you forced me to learn, I was at peace with it.
For what is a father? Does anyone really know? Sure, there's the Heavenly Father, and all that, but down here, where men cheat and kill for a chance at two dimes, being a father is no easy task, and you chose it 1st.
Giving up all those chances to do something else
with your life, you tried to parent me, and even now, I still say the words you
said, do those things you've done to move it along, and I'm no less proud to
have been your son. Sure though, I am sometimes sorrowful. Sorry for all those
years you wondered if I'd ever come home again. But you know what, in the end,
I did. And I hope you see that still.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
Of course, I hope you're waiting for me in that great by and by, but like you always spoke into me, in the end, it begins all over again, so yesterday will just have to have been enough...
Of course, I hope you're waiting for me in that great by and by, but like you always spoke into me, in the end, it begins all over again, so yesterday will just have to have been enough...
