To Fathers Near, Distant and Absent
My father, the diver
BOGOTÁ, Colombia — Happy fathers’ day to dads, stepdads, father-figures and all those old dudes who provide guidance and wisdom to the younger generation, whether they’re related by blood or not.
My father died in December 2008. We had been estranged for years, thanks to his alcoholism and my stubbornness. We were just starting to get to know one another again, and I wish I had made more of an effort.
I’m going to cheat now and instead of baring my own soul regarding my father, I’ll point out someone else who can expresses similar feelings. The difference is she got a chance to rebuild a relationship.
My step-father is thankfully still around and making my mom happy. He was also a father-figure to me, teaching me to play the saxophone and helping instill in me a lifelong love of jazz.
Don’t waste time. Take today to say hey to an older, wiser guy you look up to. Because never forget that age and treachery will almost always beat youth and skill, and it probably wouldn’t hurt to get on their good side.
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