This week saw the passing of my very close friend’s father. A kind and principled man, he was a brilliant thinker and never shy to offer his help. There’s never a good time to lose someone close to you, but I feel especially bad to see such a close-knit family go through this now.
It reminds me that some of us are extremely lucky to have the fathers we do. We’re lucky to have dads to pass on their wisdom, knowledge and humour. Dads who sit through snow and rain to watch us play sports, dads who teach us right from wrong and sometimes dads who raise us single handedly.
They’ll carry you around on their shoulders for hours, no matter how sore they get because dads are demigods – all-powerful in the eyes of a child.
They’ll tell you not to smoke or not to drive to fast (all in the name of safety), but will let you sip their beer. Plus there’s the age old question – could my dad really beat up your dad?
Dads are good guys who build tree forts and fix cars and maybe sometimes don’t get the recognition that moms do. Don’t get me wrong, moms are great, but I’m starting to fell like these guys need their own day.
Either way, I’m passing on my condolences to a family whose father was all these things and more.
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