To any Dad

I used to really hate my dad as a teen.... Don't all teens?

Well I could list reasons why I hated my dad...
 but now that he is gone, all I can do it grieve the man that was.

Now that almost 20 years has passed,  I don't remember the bad times, I remember the good. I remember the man he was and the man he wanted to be. The one he strived to be, but couldn't get a break. The man he aspired to be but he dealt hard with addictions. I saw his heart... and I cling to THAT memory more than any other.

I want to ask you today.... do you have a dad living?

If so, look at his heart... that controlling man just wants to protect you.

That alcoholic man is just sick and hurting... (sometimes you might have to love from a distance)

That work aholic just wants to make like better for you and your children, though he might have gotten a little deep into work... he still loves you.

That man that you might barely know- he has a heart, he has a soul and he loves you.... though he might not be the best at showing it.... he loves you.

Dads- I have one thing for you.


Spend time with your children- make time for your children.

Do anything... get ice-cream.

Make yourself part of their life.  Be interested in them. Talk to them. Life is fleeting

Like a vapor soon gone. Redeem the time at hand.

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