Father's Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

I do not like the word “father,” but prefer the word “Dad” instead. “Father” is too formal, too serious, too staid, while “Dad” denotes the guy that cradled me when I was a child, the guy that stayed up at night when I hurt and was in pain.

FATHER’S DAY

By Al Garcia

I do not like the word “father,” but prefer the word “Dad” instead.  “Father” is too formal, too serious, too staid, while “Dad” denotes the guy that cradled me when I was a child, the guy that stayed up at night when I hurt and was in pain.  “Dad” was the guy that held my hand when I was lost, and “Dad” was the guy that wiped my tears when I scraped my knee.  Why would I call such a guy by any other name than simply “Dad.” 

Time has covered the footsteps of my Dad, but the imprint of his heart and soul remains alive in me today.  At times, I can still feel his hand in mine, leading me, guiding me, as only a Dad would do.  He understood before I did, the man I would become, and he was proud, and that made my heart sing.

My Dad passed on to me all that I have.  My love, respect, and most of all, my gratitude, for the sacrifices that he made so I could be me.  Each year Father’s Day came and went, and with it a cake, a hug, a kiss.  And although time has taken him away, I still celebrate, just he and me, the day I call “Dads” special day.  And it makes my heart sing again, just as if he was cradling me in his arms again, like the child and the son that I will always be.

I still remember.  Time has not lessened my love, nor obscured the memories of you.


Submitted: June 16, 2021

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