Father’s Day….er….Week…..er….???

So it’s been a week since I treated my dad like a king for a day and it seems to have gone to his head. I keep getting all these notes and pics that relate to father’s and sons – it’s like he’s signed up for some newsletter or something. Anyway, here are a few of his favs….

He swears he will be saying this no matter how big I get, or how old I am, or where we are. (Here’s the full article from Mashable.com –  “14 Adorable Confessions From Super Dads”)

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And my dad swears this will be him every chance he gets. I’m counting on my mom to stop him, but he’s crafty so we are on high alert. (Here’s the full article from Mashable.com – “32 Reasons Our Dads Are the Greatest”)

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One thing my dad always points out is when he sees another dad being present and a good dad. According to “19 Things Dads Do That You Won’t See In Popular Culture” from Buzzfeed.com, movies and stories tend to focus on the exceptions rather than the rule when it comes to fathers these days. I hope he’s right.

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I told my dad I get it – you should have more than one day a year where I appreciate and honor you, blah, blah, blah. I think the “blah, blah, blah” part did me in because he followed up with the below winning essay for a “What My Father Means to Me” contest from a 6th grader named Edward titled: “The Dad I Will Never Know.” Dad – I give…uncle….no mas.

My dad and mom both served in the United States Navy. They were stationed in Maine, which is where I was born.

I said my first word when I was six months old. I took my first step when I was nine months old. I said my first prayer. On all my first school days, my mom was there. I always noticed dads picking up my friends and not so much moms. After so many years, I finally asked my mom why my dad never picked me up. She told me he was killed in a car accident when I was two months old.

My mom took me to Philadelphia to visit my dad’s grave when I was 8 years old. I sat next to his grave and stared at his picture on the gravestone. I remember crying for awhile because I wanted to give my dad a hug and to tell him how much I missed him and love him….

While playing soccer, I score goals and look up at my mom to see her face. If only my dad was standing there next to her to share the same excitement.

When I graduate high school and college, I will see my mom standing there so proud. If only my dad were there to stand proud next to my mom.

Mowing the lawn, learning how to drive, ride a bike, play catch in the backyard, how to fish, boy scout campouts, getting married, learning how to fix things and being a man [are things] my mom will have to teach me because my dad won’t be there. No sense in asking God why my dad isn’t here for me. He must have needed someone like my dad in heaven.

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