He enjoyed making fun of himself and would tell the story of going to the store to get tomatoes for the Irish stew and then forgetting to put them in. I didn’t let him forget that.
On Father’s Day, I also am grateful for the father of my children. Jim’s devotion and unselfish love of his children and grandchildren have deepened over the years. If you meet him somewhere, you are sure to hear about a grandchild’s funny comment or latest accomplishment. He will also ask for you to pray for one of his children who is going through a difficult time. I am blessed to have been able to share parenthood with him.
I also remind myself on Father’s Day that there are those who never knew their father because of death, abandonment or adoption. There are the fathers who are in the military and far away from home. I think about those whose dads are incarcerated, and I pray that the holiday can bring some consolation into their lives and the lives of their children.
I am sad that I no longer have a father to pay tribute to on Father’s Day but so very blessed to have had the fathers who touched my life forever.