With Father’s Day upon us, I thought I might indulge in a bit more personal commentary. As a senior, we all must deal with the issue of mortality. Whether it’s family members, friends, or our own. It was one year ago I lost my father. I still miss him terribly. He was my dad, teacher, confidant, and best friend. I could write forever about all I learned from him and our many experiences and adventures together. Perhaps someday, when the hurt lessens, I will put them all in a book. But if I learned one lesson from dad, it was to never take yourself or life too seriously. Watching over me now, I’m sure he’s troubled by how sad I get every time I think of him, but very pleased to know each of those times ends with a big smile.

Today I want to focus on Father’s Day from a father’s viewpoint. My viewpoint. I’ve told this tale many times. It begins with my beautiful and loving wife Trisha blessing our lives with three sons. The boys in turn have given us five precious grandchildren. I’m a lucky man. 

Here’s the story. When I was a young boy, I loved sports passionately, especially baseball. I practiced every day and just knew I would play professional baseball someday. Along the way, I also developed an interest for airplanes and flying. It created a dilemma. Then I set my life’s course. I would begin by playing professional baseball, and then launch my flying career. As time went on, I also got interested in communication and media. No problem. I would be a television sportscaster between flights.

Well, that was the plan. I would simply combine my three passions. Of course, somewhere along the line, I learned young teenage girls liked guys who played guitar, so I learned to play guitar and formed a band. I also discovered I liked to write, water skiing, fishing, boating, traveling, and teaching. Yes, I pretty much liked everything I tried.

In fairness, I did continue to play baseball, and was playing on a professional team when an arm injury ended that part of my plan. I then went full time into  flying, but the Viet Nam war came along. Then as they say, life happened. After a long stint in the Air Force, I went back to school and decided to become a college professor. Was I disappointed. A bit. But I enjoyed every day of my vocation and never ever considered it work. It was a great career.

So, what’s the point of this tangled biography. Well, one day after our boys had become adults, I was getting acquainted with a new friend who was asking me about my family. He asked what my boys did for a living. I said, “Well, when Michael graduated from college he became a sportscaster and is now a sports producer, David got a business degree and has now become a commercial pilot, and Daniel was drafted and played professional baseball and now owns his own sports complex.” As I said the words, the hair stood up on the back of my neck. I realized the boys had done all the things I wanted to do when I was a kid. It was an incredible moment. On this Father’s Day, as a father, I want to salute my sons. Not so much because they chose professions I dreamed about, but because they each have a strong work ethic.  That makes me very proud. Thanks guys, I love you very much. 

Happy Father’s Day dad. We miss you.

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