If you don’t know what love is, it cannot be explained. The same goes for fatherhood.

Me and Nick, about one week into my fatherhood

My father has been dead for 25 years. My own stint as a father – the heavy lifting part anyway – ended a decade ago. Even though the part of fatherhood that involves taking care of a dependent child ends when the child grows up, being a dad never ends.

Three generations of Power men (with their Wife/Ma/Grammy)

My dad was the least bigoted man I ever knew, and probably the funniest. I don’t know if those things are related but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were. Bigotry is a hilarious concept, if your humor runs toward the absurd. He was only a dozen years older than I am now when he died and it’s normal to make those calculations in your life. He had diabetes and high blood pressure at a time when their treatments were more primitive. His mother died when he was five, and when he was a teenager he fought at the battle of Okinawa, so he had to deal with things that took a heavy toll on him. I never did. He made sure of that.

I know a few people who lost their father in the last year, so this will be a poignant Father’s Day for them in many ways. Our fathers never really leave us though. Here’s Chet Atkins take on that theme:

You know, every time I look in the mirror I see my Dad
I think that's why this song means so much to me

When I was young
My dad would say
"C'mon son, let's go out and play"
Sometimes it seems like yesterday

And I'd climb up the closet shelf
When I was all by myself
Grab his hat and fix the brim
Pretending I was him

No matter, how hard I try
No matter, how many tears I cry
No matter, how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

He always took care of Mom and me
We all cut down a Christmas tree
He always had some time for me

Wind blows through the trees
Street lights, they still shine bright
Most things are the same but I miss my dad tonight

I walked by a Salvation Army store
Saw a hat like my daddy wore
Tried it on when I walked in
Still trying to be like him

No matter, how hard I try
No matter, how many years go by
No matter, how many tears I cry
I still can't say goodbye

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