Sunday, June 20, 2010

Missing Pops

Father's Day ain't what it used to be. I recently commiserated with my good-friend-blessed-with-the-very-old-"right"-Asheboro-name.

This morning, this was in my Inbox . . . word-for-word, no edits.

I lost my father almost 30 years ago, exactly that come next March. My wife lost her father a little over 20 years ago, just a few months after her youngest was born. And, you are also a member of this club. I don't readily extend a welcome, it is a dubious membership.

For every third Sunday in June since 1981, I've had to realize that I have no one to call, no card to buy, no gift to purchase. There never was anyone that became a father figure to me, so all those cards that Hallmark makes for our diverse family arrangements are wasted. It became so much just another Sunday.

But, this year I got a phone call from a young Marine boarding a landing craft heading out to join the USS Wasp anchored off of Morehead City for a routine training exercise in Canada. This phone call wasn't much, we discussed the usual things that men discuss, but at the end, he said, "I just wanted to call and say Happy Father's Day, I didn't get a chance to get a card, and I'm having to get ready to board, but I wanted to tell you before I got out to sea".

And now Father's Day is a bit more for me than it has been. I suddenly see things differently.
Those fathers that live among us, they live for now, but those that lived among us, they live forever in our hearts.

Happy Father's Day Doctor Johnson. My hope for you today is that it brings back the very best of times, and comforting memories. Just because our fathers don't walk among us doesn't mean that they aren't with us.