Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads out there. This is your day to exercise all of your fatherly privileges. Sorry, did I say exercise?
This is the day the hammock gets stretched, the nap gets scheduled and the grill gets fired up. Just don’t fall asleep in the hammock with the grill fired up unattended.
Today I’ll think of my dad and the good times we had and the things he taught me. Some lessons were what I should do when I became a father. Other lessons were the things I learned from him I wouldn't do once I had kids.
My dad died in 2007 at the age of 55. His grandsons Will and Payton were almost two and almost six months old at the time. “Grandfather” would have suited my dad better than “father” as he had more time with retirement and the fixed budget that came with it. Unfortunately, the sickness that forced him into retirement early also ended his life too soon.
I don’t hide the fact from Will and Payton that smoking killed their grandfather. It was his habit and inability to kick it that eventually cost him his life at a relatively young age.
If you’re a dad or a new grandpa and are tapping that cigarette into an ashtray as you read this, take another look into your priorities.
And that is all for my public service announcement on Father’s Day.