A Father’s Day Message
I remember you working through the blizzards, driving your Bond Bread truck, carrying those two heavy baskets up to your customers (many on the top floors of tenements). I remember Ma sitting in the living room chair, worrying as always, looking out the window, waiting for you to drive in with that old truck.
I remember you sitting in the den, reading the Old Testament, asking questions (where do you think I got the habit of asking questions from)? I remember you getting so excited at a play the New York Giants pulled off that I was afraid you were going to have a heart attack.
I remember you could never bring yourself to strap me, even though there were times when I may have deserved it (and I’m sure you must have felt like it). I remember in later years you could never quite understand what made me tick (and I had no right to expect that you could). As you grew old, I had the honor of becoming your eyes, taking you to your doctors’ appointments. With our roles reversed, the heart connection we shared made our differences seem quite silly.
In the Old Testament that you loved to read, there is a line about Noah. It says, ” Noah was a righteous man, blameless in his generation. Noah walked with God”. You did a good job Dad, a damn good job, and I never thanked you enough. So I thank you now. I know you now walk with God/Goddess/All That Is… and I will be with you soon enough to join the dance.