Happy Father’s Day, Pop! I am thinking about you during this special day honoring all fathers. There is not a single moment that passes with thoughts of you fluttering my mind. You were larger than life and you were not an easy walk but you were definitely a loving father.
You busted your butt for us, every night driving that yellow cab. I still remember you coming home with eighty stitches on your forearm. As the story goes, you were held up at knife point by some guy outside your favorite diner. You refused to give up any money and you fought back. I wonder sometimes, what passed through your mind? I cannot begin to imagine what it was like. It must have been very scary. After that horrific experience, you continued to go to that same old diner. My thoughts? You were either crazy or very brave I chose the latter.
As a disciplinarian, you were very strict and you know what? We turned out okay with a few rough edges under our belts which made us strong. It is amazing the things that you think of when you look back. I have plenty of good stories to tell about you, Pop. It will carry me through for years to come. Just know, we made it through and for that I am grateful.
I am all grown up now with my own family. I am a grandmother, surprised? You would love her, she is an exceptional young lady, very bright. I am truly blessed.