Just as Latin is the root of all languages, so are fathers the root of our experiences for most of us. They deserve a day to be recognized for all they do; all they accomplish; all they mean to us. Some of us are lucky enough to still have them here, while some spend this day reviewing happy memories of past father's days.
A father is one who takes care of his children. That's about as succinct a definition as I've ever heard. I'd agree with this. My father was an incredible provider, most particularly because he refused to allow his physical inabilities to impede his ability and desire to be my sole parent, mentor and guide.
I live with one of the best fathers I've ever met. His children are never far from his thoughts. He is lucky to be developing a different chapter of his parenting story with his children who are adults now. The three of them are moving to that sacred place where you become friends with your kids, but you are always first and foremost, Dad.
Men learn to be fathers from their fathers. It's an acquired skill. And some are more lucky than others to have a parent they would emulate completely.
Such is the case with Michael and his father, Carroll. To be blessed to still have him in his life is something for which My Lion is very grateful. He is now more than just Carroll's oldest son, he has become friends with Dad and respects and cares for him completely. He still looks to his advice. He still looks forward to his weekly conversations with him. For Michael, Father's Day is another opportunity to thank him for being such a major influence and part of a happy life.
And just as Latin is the root of all languages, hence this post's title today:
I love you, Daddy. Happy Father's Day to you and all the glorious men who understand the meaning of the word, "Father".
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly aka Jimmy Dietor's Daughter