My father was not Superman.
He was dad.
Dad, who told us what to do and expected us to do it.
Dad who loved the riding lawn mower and drinking beer.
He taught us how to play ‘hot box’ with baseball throwing.
And a beer at his feet.
He loved music. And when he listened to the Kingston Trio.
We all listened to the Kingston Trio.
The world may not have taken notice of him.
In his casual ways.
But we did.
And he took notice of us.
He put every single one of us on a pedestal.
He believed we could do anything.
Anything at all.
He wasn’t perfect.
He wasn’t always right.
But he loved us.
Because we were his children.
Thank you dad.
For loving us.
And for my favorite image of him-
For praying for us.
Happy 15th Anniversary in Heaven Dad.