I look happy. I don’t remember a lot of happy.
There was yelling. There was fighting. There was hitting.
I didn’t understand it then.
I’m not sure I fully understand it now.
But now, now I am grown. I have a family of my own. I have wisdom of years behind me.
And you have had patience.
You are a good grandfather to my children. You play with them, you laugh with them. You think of them even though you don’t see them often.
Something happened many years ago that I will never truly understand.
What I know is that you helped to give me life. For that I will be forever grateful.
Thanks for the good times, no matter how few…
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.