My Father’s Day celebration was perfect this weekend. I heard from my four children early in the morning and considered myself blessed. I thought back to my Dad and did the usual assessment of his personality, strengths and arrived at the eventual conclusion…remarkable man…I was lucky, I was blessed.
I wish I would have told him that beyond when I told him, as I held his hand, as he took his final breathes in the hospital.
This weekend, I attended my daughter’s graduation at the University of Washington in Seattle, Washington. It was a very pleasant celebration that segued, in my mind, into the joys of fatherhood, the bittersweet transitions, the sometimes blind luck that results in amazing kids.