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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We ought not need special days to remember our dads, right? But it’s nice to have this one every year nonetheless. I’ve written of my father before and I will again. I’ve talked about the man he was, the man I perceive he made me, and the man I miss to this day. I’ve written of his humor and his passion, his love and his life. I’ve written of what he meant to others and what he still means to me.
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.
Counting down the 180 days until The Force Awakens on December 18, 2015.
In the days leading up to Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens, And There Came A Day will present links, images, videos, art, memories, laughs, theories and thoughts leading up to the big day… which happens to be on my birthday! ENJOY and may the Force be with you, always… or at least until 12.18.15!
I AM YOUR FATHER
Happy Star Wars Fathers Day to all the dads out there!
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…
Okay, two final thoughts: First, I don’t know where to put the apostrophe in Father’s (or is it Fathers’?) Day.
Second, and more importantly, I am lucky, privileged and blessed to be a father. It’s my favorite part of who I am. My kids, HJ jr, Stretch and Sous Chef are the best things that ever happened to me (with apologies to The Cinnamon Girl who knows exactly where I am coming from). I am lucky to watch them grow, privileged to be a part of their lives and blessed to know that they make me a better person every day. I love my kids.
I guess, in some ways, every day is Kids Day. I am more than happy to celebrate with HJ jr, Stretch and Sous Chef every chance I get. I don’t really ever want to see them go.
(Bonus third final thought: there is no other father whose gifts for the day would be better suited as a cadre of gifts at a 12-year-old boy’s birthday. My people know me very, very well.)
Is it Fathers Day or a 12th birthday?