Father's Day

Father's Day is a little happier this year because it's the Johnson Boy's first. But, it's my tenth Father's Day without my Daddy. It's always a melancholy day for me. Mother would probably like it if I took a plant and went to the cemetery, but that's the hardest thing of all for me. What a harsh reminder of all that we have lost when you make a visit to a marble marker.
Me, I'd rather just think about how Daddy would have laughed that the girls were taking Gruncle to the Astros game, and he was wearing his Willie Nelson headgear. Or how much he would have loved the Munchkin Princess and been so proud of the Tacky Flapper for bringing her into our world. I think he would like Barack Obama, and I know he'd be glad Mrs. Clinton didn't make the cut. I think he'd be freaked out by four dollar gasoline. But, I think he'd be proud of us for taking good care of Mother and each other, and I think he'd want us to keep on having a good time and remembering him when we do.
So, no plant, no cemetery visit. Just a note to say how much I loved you and still do, and how much I appreciate everything you taught us about the right way to be in this life, and our faith in seeing you in the next. Happy Father's Day Daddy.