Father Up

I’ve been mad at my Dad for most of my life because of the mistakes he made. And he made plenty. Bad ones.

But now I just wish he was still alive so I could tell him that I’ve made my own mistakes. I finally know for myself how hard it is, and I have forgiven him, and it’s all just love and respect now.

Most days I think I’m a pretty good Dad. And — good or bad — I am who I am because of him. So my successes are his legacy. So… thank you, Dad, for everything.

Happy Fathers Day.