Today is Father’s Day. Not just any Father’s Day but the first of many Father’s Day’s without my beloved daddy. He passed away unexpectedly. He was happy, he was in love, he was spry and he did everything a person is supposed to do to live a long life, but he died anyway. He was 70 in years, but in mind, body and soul, he was closer to my age… 45.
Anyway, I am not going to spend the day writing about him. I am going to spend the day, instead, remembering him and thinking of him, and missing him while I live my life, outside in the warm sun. Today is not a day for staying inside and staring at a computer. I had an incredible daddy and I loved him deeply. I began this blog as part of my healing process, and so, I am making this Sunday post in honor of my daddy.
I have found another incredible daddy who I want to share with each and every one of you: daughters, mothers, fathers, sons… this is what it is to be a man, a father, this is how love looks. And rather than posting it here I am going to send you directly to the author of this incredible letter written by Dr. Kelly Flanagan to his young daughter who cannot possibly understand at this time what the letter means or how incredibly lucky she has to have such a man for a father.
Please breathe it in completely, use it as a reference of understanding, of role modeling of teaching your daughters how to be women and your sons to be men, use it yourself to be a better father to your daughters and your sons.