Fathers Day

It’s funny there are things we should say to our dad but never do, It may be really awkward to say something like, “Hey dad, I love you. So I’m writing this, belated open letter to clear the slate. To say some things to my dad, albeit a bit late. Dad, do you remember chasing the Hewitt boy right around the block? He did something to one of your boys and you had justice all over your clock. I don’t remember the outcome, but the fact you stood up for us. Says volumes about you and your protective nature rates a big plus. I’m thinking about how hard you worked and all that you went without. To provide for a family you loved, of that there is absolutely no doubt. I know, Dad, you did it tough and I can’t say how grateful I am. And I hope you are proud of me now I have grown into a man. I wish you could be here now to see the legacy that you have left. All the awesome grandchildren and great grandchildren, makes me feel so bereft. Lauren, your granddaughter still has the wooden trike that you made. She’ll pass it onto her children and build on the foundation you laid. Dad, the other day I went to the cemetery where you are buried in the ground. It seems silly to do that because I know you are heaven bound. Whilst thinking about life, I feel so privileged to be a part of you. And getting older I realise your DNA is in me through and through. Dad, as the youngest child I’d like to think I was your prize, But I know that’s not true, you loved us all likewise. I pray your legacy will carry through each and every child And that the temper you had, would get more and more mild. Dad, the other day my kids asked what I want for fathers day, And just like you, I don’t care for temporal things by the way. Just a hug and a cuddle and hear, “Dad, I love you” Is worth more than the world and I can say that is true.