Thanks to you and mom for keeping the kids for a week and bringing them home safe and happy. I know you protect them and love them just like you’ve done for your only son all these years.
Dad, you said something the other day that just sort of blew by me like a bothersome fly. I knew it was there and it was a nuisance, but until it landed on me and bothered me, I just didn’t notice too much.
We were at your house, getting ready to leave the kids for a week. You were talking to Mom about what you two were going to do when you brought the kids back. Mom was talking about making them food to snack on in the car. She had plans to make sandwiches and other goodies for the girls, basically packing their lunches, so you wouldn’t have to stop often.
And Dad, you said to her that it wouldn’t be a problem to stop and eat lunch, which was something you couldn’t do many years ago, when restaurants were off limits to black travelers. You know, when you used to drive back to North Carolina to see your family; those days I used to hate when I was a kid because we had to drive past the pulp plant that used to make me throw up, and your family didn’t have indoor plumbing, and we used to have to run out to the pump to get water.
All this made me remember the first time you met Susan, which was one of the scariest times I can ever remember being around you. Your fear about what might happen to us was not unfounded because of how you grew up. I can’t imagine it, but I won’t forget the lessons you taught me because of it.
You grew up and you opened your heart as the world changed. And now you and Mom love my wife and our children unconditionally. I see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice.
Which is why we all say Happy Father’s Day with joy and love and gratitude. And thanks.
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Dear Dad,
Thanks to you and mom for keeping the kids for a week and bringing them home safe and happy. I know you protect them and love them just like you’ve done for your only son all these years.
Dad, you said something the other day that just sort of blew by me like a bothersome fly. I knew it was there and it was a nuisance, but until it landed on me and bothered me, I just didn’t notice too much.
We were at your house, getting ready to leave the kids for a week. You were talking to Mom about what you two were going to do when you brought the kids back. Mom was talking about making them food to snack on in the car. She had plans to make sandwiches and other goodies for the girls, basically packing their lunches, so you wouldn’t have to stop often.
And Dad, you said to her that it wouldn’t be a problem to stop and eat lunch, which was something you couldn’t do many years ago, when restaurants were off limits to black travelers. You know, when you used to drive back to North Carolina to see your family; those days I used to hate when I was a kid because we had to drive past the pulp plant that used to make me throw up, and your family didn’t have indoor plumbing, and we used to have to run out to the pump to get water.
All this made me remember the first time you met Susan, which was one of the scariest times I can ever remember being around you. Your fear about what might happen to us was not unfounded because of how you grew up. I can’t imagine it, but I won’t forget the lessons you taught me because of it.
You grew up and you opened your heart as the world changed. And now you and Mom love my wife and our children unconditionally. I see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice.
Which is why we all say Happy Father’s Day with joy and love and gratitude. And thanks.