My Father’s father died when I was three-years old. Sadly, I don’t remember him. My Father died long before our daughter was born, a half a world away in China. Obviously they never met. This weekend will be Father’s Day. Getting together with my Mom, Mother-in-law, sister, two nieces, wife, daughter and our female dog-Agent 12, the lone male present will be me!
That puts a lot of pressure on this Y chromosome…I reflect back on many memories and at the same time
are challenged to glimpse into the future, at the myriad of decisions I will be required to render. I know I am not alone, only feel that I am.
I want to defend what a father should be accomplishing for a family. I want to follow in my Father’s shadow successfully. I know I am only mortal and as such, make errors of judgment that affect others, I so dearly love.
If my Dad were here today, all that pressure would be relived from my shoulders, but again, one day I would still be face to face with the experience. More importantly, I know my Dad and my “entire family” would want me to strive to exceed to my best ability, well beyond any benchmark.
Submitted by Anonymous
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