My dad taught me to ride a bike. . .
My dad taught me how to collect sap for maple syrup. . .
My dad taught me how to ride a horse. . .
My dad taught me to fly a kite, kind of. . .
My dad taught me how to use a hammer. . .
My dad taught me how to build and drive a soap box derby. . .
My dad taught me how to use fiberglass. . .
My dad showed me how to live in a house with women. .
My dad taught me to love the Ohio State Buckeyes. Period.
My dad taught me how to drive a motorcycle. . .
My dad taught me how to hunt. . .
My dad taught me how to drive a clutch. . .
My dad taught me how to play basketball, kind of.
My dad showed me how to love God. . .
My dad showed me how to love my neighbor. . .
My dad showed me how to love a woman. . .
My dad showed me how to be a man.
My dad showed me how to shepherd people. . .
My dad's been gone for almost 8 years now, 7th fatherless father's day. . ., kind of.
Because. . .
I see my dad in my grandsons,
I see my dad in my daughters ,
I see my dad in my wife,
I see my dad in my sisters,
I see my dad in my mom,
I see my dad in my nieces,
I see my dad in my nephews,
I see my dad in my brother-in-laws,
I see my dad in his friends,
I see my dad in the mirror.
Thanks Dad. I love you too.
2 comments:
Beautiful post, Mark. Happy Father's Day!
Love this. Every word of this is true. I miss him so much but I see so much of him in you, too. I love you Uncle Mark.
Shelley
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