I’d like to wish a Happy Father’s Day to all the followers of my blog, young and old, who happen to be fathers. Being a father (or a mother) is a special gift from God, and I will always be eternally grateful to have been blessed with that privilege. My father was a very important part of my early life, and I think of him every time the holiday rolls around. He was taken from us much too early, and I miss him, and think of him often, especially on Father’s Day.
For me, this Father’s Day was unlike any I have ever experienced, because it was my first as a septuagenarian (I turned 70 in March)—but more importantly, because it was also my very first Father’s Day as a new grandfather. That amazing event occurred last November, when my youngest son and his wife presented us with a beautiful baby girl: their first child, and my first grandchild. Since it was the first Father’s Day for the three of them, we all agreed that they should spend it together, as a trio. I would be spending the day with my oldest son and his wife, who arrived yesterday, around noon, to spend the weekend with my wife and me.
My oldest son and I have made it a custom to watch as much of the US Open golf championship together as possible each year—the final round is always played on Father’s Day—and this year was no exception. So, we spent most of yesterday doing just that, sitting on our butts alongside one another in the double recliner, gin and tonics in hand, and plenty of snacks nearby, watching golf. We had a ball.
The holiday itself got off to a great start today, when, first thing this morning, I was treated to a FaceTime “visit” from my other son (the new father) and my granddaughter (who appears to be teething). He and I wished each other happy Father’s day, and then turned the stage over to my granddaughter. For the next fiver or ten minutes, we were treated to the sight of her alternately cooing, fidgeting, drooling, smiling, and crying, all while apparently completely oblivious to her father and me.
Because today was my special day, and because I love to cook, I was “permitted” to prepare dinner. I made Italian sausage sandwiches with onions and peppers, smothered in tomato sauce. The two men watched a little golf, and the ladies gabbed a bit, and then it was time to eat. After dinner, we enjoyed a birthday cake that I had had made for my wife, whose birthday is on Tuesday, and before I knew it, the “kids” had to hit the road. My wife and I stood in our driveway, and waved good-bye to them as they drove away—and, just like that, the day was done.
I hope all of you enjoyed Father’s Day as much as I did, because this one—at least for me— was very, very special.
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