So another Father's Day has past. Everyone have a good time? I did. I hung out with my Pops, bbq, my brother and his wife came down, we had a good time. Pops? I really don't know what to get you. You know? I gave you 2million gift cards to either a music store (dude plays a mean jazz guitar and Italian mandolin) and 2 million gift cards to whatever sport store (lives on a softball field). This year? You get a shirt! I know, boring......but Ma wants you to clean up a little bit and get out of your softball jersey when you guys go out to dinner. You know that new one you have, green and sponsored by HOOTERS????? Yeah, that one. She really doesn't like you wearing it in public and all. HOOTERS? C'mon you are in your 60's! Yes, Hooters sponsers his team. Whatever!
We had a great time and I truely am thankful for all that that man has done for me in the past and is still currently doing for me. He is always there for me. Last week? The man is out in my alley hauling away two truck loads of fencing debris. I could not have done it......not at all. My boyz helped him load tons of old fencing into his truck and haul it away. What a Pops. And? I love him, dearly and dread the day he passes. The man has been a huge inspiration and influence in my life. Honestly? He opitimizes what a father should be.........loving, caring.........uncondionally.
So having said that.......my boyz spent a few hours with their father prior to going over to my parents' home and joining us for a bbq. They went to the movies. I guess they had a good time. I really don't pry nor do I pump for information. I want them to have a relationship with their dad. But? Of course, he was running behind, excuses, excuses......because he had to do laundry, excuses, excuses.......to the point... they were late......whatever, your loss.
Ironically? Earlier that morning, I was sitting outside reading the Sunday's paper and enjoying my coffee when a neighbor walked down the street to wish ME a Happy Father's Day. I kinda looked at him in intense bewidlerment because, there are a lot of semi-nut jobs on my street and I was hoping that he did not succumb. And? He's an immigrant....so I was thinking, perhaps, he didn't quite get the concept. But? I was wrong. He came over to tell me that I deserve to celebrate Father's Day with the rest of the bunch because everyone, on my block knows that I am also a father to my kids as well as a mother.
O.K...........admirable? Perhaps. Sad? Definitely so!
As the day wore on, Sweetie and I went out........I asked him out for a drink because, well he's my second favorite father in this world because of all that he does for his own GROWN, NEEDY offspring. We went to catch a set of music and all the father's were honored on their special day. Guess what? I was honored as well. A mother recognized on Father's Day.
How pathetic is that?
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