Every year, a certain holiday seems to be a thorn in some people’s sides. That holiday is Father’s Day. It seems to leave a bad taste in the mouths of some and I completely understand why. I have friends whose dads have left them, never met them or passed away. I also have friends who interact with their dad, but the relationship is strained. It really pains me to hear things like that.
All of it makes me grateful for the most important man in my life: my dad, Stanley. I didn’t grow up in the same house as my dad but he lived in my town so he was easy to contact. I also have several siblings, but my dad is always involved in our lives. He has driven hours to visit some of my siblings who live out of state, he sends money, he calls and talks to us. It’s pretty amazing. I know men with one kid who never does things for them but my dad makes time for all of his children.
I have memories of spending the weekend with my dad and getting to play his guitars and listen to old albums. He and his friends have a gospel singing group so music was always a big part of our lives. Even now, we bond over music. I brought Janelle Monae into his life and he loves her!
I think about my relationship with my father and think about how blessed I am. Through all the slightly embarrassing Facebook comments, the breaking wind in the truck and locking the window or trying to be hip, I’m always glad to have him in my life. No one listens like he does and no one is as understanding.
So for those of you feel pain on Father’s Day, I wish you peace and I would give you a hug if I could.
Do you have any special memories of your dad you’d like to share?