“I’ll have a Coke with no ice.”
I must have heard Dad order that drink at restaurants hundreds of times. Literally. It has always struck me as funny that he did not drink Coke at home.
He drank Pepsi
Dad loved Pepsi. Loved it. This is something I have adopted from him. I do not drink coffee. I drink diet soda. Dad would have a Pepsi in the morning and keep drinking it right through dinner. And people knew this about him. They loved this about him.
The Mater told me this week that she was out visiting his grave with my sister. As they got close to the headstone, they saw something that seemed out of place.
It was not.
It was perfectly in place.
Someone had left Dad a two liter of Pepsi.
What a lovely gesture. Dad would have appreciated it. He was a man who did many wonderful things – many, many, many.
Dad was many wonderful things himself. And he did wonderful things for me.
I am the father I am because of the father he was.
I have written much about my dad over the course of the years. I remind myself that I am one of the (many, I hope) lucky ones who had a great relationship with his father, one that I reflect on and treasure, one that taught me who I was and who I could be. I remind myself that our relationship was special.
I remind myself that I am the father I am because of the father he was.
He encouraged me. He counseled me. He challenged me. He corrected me. He laughed with me. He teased me. He supported me. He taught me. He inspired me.
He loved me.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I am glad you can celebrate it with a Pepsi.
The older I get and the more people I encounter in my life, the more I understand that I am one of the lucky ones. Not everyone enjoys a terrific relationship with their father for reasons of all kinds and I am sorry for those who do not.
But I am blessed enough to have had a great father and I will speak for my two sisters here: we were blessed to have Dad as our dad.
Whatever I try to be as a father, I learned from how my father fathered me. When I think of the memories I would like my children to have of me when they are adults parenting kids on their own, I want them to have memories similar to the ones I have of my dad.
- Walking across the campus of my college alma mater, Catholic University, last week, I said to The Cinnamon Girl “That’s where the bank was where I opened my first adult account. Dad and I did that one afternoon my first week on campus.” He was taking care of me as he ever did.
- Just yesterday, the hashtag #FirstComics was making the electronic rounds and I tweeted a picture of the first comic books in my collection (comics which are framed on the wall of my office). Dad bought them for me.
- I think of dad each time I strap on my twelve string guitar. It has a hole in it that dad fixed.
- We bought a new car in the spring and the impulse to check in with dad on what he thought was so very strong. He always had car advice even if it was not always good advice.
- When my mother-in-law passed away last week, one of the first thoughts I had was how would Dad respond? What would Dad do?
I could share many more memories but I will conclude with this: I love my father. I always will.
I am one of the lucky three who can call him my dad.
Me, my sisters, our mother and father in London in 1989. Lucky family to have Dad as our dad…
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On this Father’s Day, 2016, I am aware of something I’ve rarely considered: not everyone feels about their father the same way I do. Not everyone had a dad who, though not perfect, cared about him, loved him, support him and made his life possible. Not everyone had a dad who connected with him, advised him and taught him how to be a man.
Not everyone is as lucky as I am.
In my father, I was very lucky, indeed.
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I AM YOUR FATHER
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As I wandered around Denver Comic Con with The Junior Senator yesterday, it was all but impossible for us not to be engaged in a significant amount of people watching. A few paces ahead of us, it looked as though a massive tragedy had befallen Comic Con. Fifteen or twenty people were huddled together, bleeding and broken, body parts dangling uselessly at their sides. There were, of course, made up as zombies. Down another aisle stood an individual posing for pictures wearing a skin-tight, spandex Superman costume. Body image problems he did not have. Sitting at a table were three women of various shapes and sizes wearing Wonder Woman costumes.
There was much to see at Denver Comic Con.
My attention was caught each time I saw a father and son combination. There were many, many fathers and sons at Comic Con yesterday. The duos that were both in costume (more than a handful of them featured dad dressed as Batman and son in Robin togs) were pretty cool to be sure, but I was more interested in the ones that weren’t fully decked out. I was interested in the pairs featuring a dad clearly just along for the ride – the fathers and sons where the son was obviously into it and the dad… wasn’t.
Because that would have been my dad.
When I was a kid, my dad would have given up his Saturday, would have given up the $60 for tickets (and shelled out more cash to buy me some merchandise), would have given up a bit of dignity as he waited in the lines and endured the costumes. He would have allowed me to drag him to Comic Con. He would have asked questions and made wry observations and wandered around the Convention Center and bought me a Coke.
Today, Dad, as every day, I miss you and I love you. I love you so much that I am glad I never had to ask you to take me to Comic Con.
You would have hated it, but you would have taken me.
See, my dad would do anything within reason to make his kids happy.
Happy Fathers Day, Dad.
With Fathers Day less than 24 hours away and Denver Comic Con less than 2 hours away for me, I thought a story from newsarama.com might be appropriate.
Who are the worst fathers in comic books? You can read all about it HERE.
Bruce and Damian Wayne is costume as Batman and Robin…