Happy Fathers’ Day to all the fathers out there! I thought I take a minute today to share with y’all about my father.
My Dad is a child of the Great Depression. He served his country in the Army in WWII, after which he married his childhood sweetheart and raised three boys. He and Mom have been married for 67 years this past May.
Dad is in his late eighties now. He doesn’t hear so well anymore. He’s all but lost the use of one arm, and one leg seems to be deserting him too, but if you met him, you’d never know it. As far as he’s concerned, he has a great life. He is happy and uncomplaining, content with whatever God has left for him.
I have many fond memories of my Dad, but one sticks out today: whenever we would take a family trip—he always drove, no matter how far our destination—before we made it to the end of our street, he had his rosary in his hand to pray. Isn’t it funny how we never got lost, had an accident, or a bad trip? He always trusts in the God that made him for everything in his life, but also for that of his wife, his boys, and his grandchildren. He may doze off while saying his rosary these days (he prays it every day), but I have no doubt that after a long life of following the Lord, he probably prays in his sleep.
My Dad taught us boys about stability, honesty, hard work, and cutting the other person some slack. But mostly, he taught us about God. He presented to us an icon of our Father in Heaven so that we would never fear to go to Him with our cares.
Thanks Dad, and Happy Fathers’ Day!
