It's a fairly well known fact that my father passed away when I was younger. He suffered from a major heart attack while baling hay at the cattle farm that he and my uncle used to run. He was 46, and I was 12. The first 12 years of my life were rich with life lessons he taught in his rough-around-the-edges way. The following eight years, amazingly, have still been blessed with things that only a father could teach.
So, my Father's Day has been bittersweet (especially since yesterday, Saturday, the day before Father's Day, was the anniversary of his passing). However, as I prepare to head off for the night, I find myself reflecting on how blessed I am in the long run.
I'll never have another "normal" Father's Day. That doesn't mean they're all bad. It's a day to appreciate Dad's all over. So, whether you're young, old, in-between, male, female, only child, part of a big family, or even a father yourself...think about Dad. Thank him for the lessons he's taught. Appreciate him for the things you may not understand just yet.
And thank you to all of the other dads out there who spend every day crafting tomorrow's leaders. Thanks to the dads who apply band-aids and wisdom, fix toys and hurt feelings, and work tirelessly to provide a living. Happy Father's Day, and I hope you all had good days.
(Note: I know this isn't very agriculture specific, beyond the fact that my dad was a farmer. But, in the long run, we all have dads. Farmers have dads. Many farmers are dads. So...this affects everyone!)