This is the day we celebrate the Dads in our lives, and mine is certainly worthy of celebration. He’s getting up there in years, and slowing down a bit (as are we all), but every now and then I’ll capture the youthful glimmer of sharp wit or the quick flash of sorrow from a childhood in the Philippines during the war and the early loss of his only sister, and I’ll realize what a great many things he’s witnessed and in which he’s taken part. He is the ultimate example of an immigrant realizing the American dream, and a reminder of what it means to be a noble man in an ignoble world.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad – thank you for everything!
We also take this day to remember Andy’s Dad, who’s been gone two years now but is not forgotten. Dads are always with us.
