Tomorrow is the nineteenth Fathers’ Day without my Dad.
It’s funny how, as I get older, certain memories of Dad get sharper. For instance, the Philadelphia Phillies were playing the Milwaukee Brewers today and the Brewers were wearing uniforms circa 1984. It was a time my oldest brother and his family lived out there, and Dad went with us to the game in the old stadium there. I called my oldest godson to talk to him and we laughed about the memory. I also wished him a happy Fathers’ Day.
I am sure Dad had the best game seats with a heavenly view today, and laughed about the same thing.
To all the Dads and ” Have to be Dads” out there, know your memories are cherished by us all.