Father’s Day was Sunday and we didn’t even give my Dad a card or buy his lunch. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. You see, Sunday was my first Father’s Day without my Dad. And I thought of him throughout the day.
He was a man of simple needs and simple means, yet a man of unwavering faith. When faced with a crisis, he would make a choice and then move on with life. He wouldn’t look back and regret; instead he would look forward and grow.
He was a good father because he chose to be. In spite of the fact that growing up he didn’t have a father example, he became an example father to many.
He was a good father because he loved his children and their mother. When we were in need, he was there – quietly, consistently, faithfully. He would sit with us, listen with us, enjoy life with us, share sorrows with us, and pray with us … he was my hero.
And there is so much more to say …