Father’s Day

I was lucky enough to have a wonderful father. As a child I remember sitting on his lap and feeling happy and safe. As a teen I remember him challenging me to be the best I could be. As an adult I remember his praise of my accomplishments. He believed in me. He was the first man I knew that truly respected women, particularly those with whom he worked.

I wish he was still alive. If he was, I would be in close contact with him and most certainly would call him or be with him on Father’s Day to let him know that I loved him unconditionally.

I have known many fathers in my life – some where great, others not so good. They all, however, did the best they could. I do know that there are many fathers out there who will be sitting by the phone tomorrow hoping their son or daughter will be calling.

Do the right thing. Call him!