I always sent my father a Father’s Day card from the time I was little, till the year before he died. After that he was missing in action leaving no forwarding address.
It was always a picture of a father and daughter animal team I’d hunt for, no pun intended, because my dad was such a critter lover. When I went through his things, after he died, there they all were held together with a thick, though frayed, rubber band. Made me happy, as his off, offspring to know, I may have done something right.
A salute to all dads.
Tell me again Papa how Great-Grampa was the original MGM lion?
For the last time, stop it, or I’ll tell your mother.
Daddy were you drinking?
Hurry up Jumbo, you’re gonna be late for school.
Now just go out there and give it your all.
It’s very important to have quiet time.
Who says adoption doesn’t work?
Call me when you get there.
Daddy that tickles.
I’m your father and I say flying’s a cinch.
We do not look like Winston Churchill.
Pop, you’re snoring again.
Can I come outta my room now?
I don’t know how to tell you this Kitty, but I’m not your biological father.
Could we sit behind home plate next time Daddy?
Remember son, yoga is very good for our shell.
Dad, there’s something you should know…I’m gay.
No matter what happens honey, I’ll always be your Dad.
My Father had his issues without a doubt, but he tried his best, and what I really got from him was my heart because his was so big.
Thanks Daddy, wherever you are.
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