Today is Father’s Day, and as it would happen, we don’t have any father’s left. We’ve run out of them, lost them to ALS, to cancer, COPD, to madness. One, who should have been a father to us, did not have the disposition. But we were lucky with the other three. I was especially lucky with mine.
David LeRoy McDonald, my dad, used to say the strangest things. I have to stop at times when I hear his words come out of my mouth… Did I just say that?
He taught me that any job worth doing was worth doing right, that it doesn’t take money to be happy, not to expect anything out of anyone you aren’t willing to do yourself. He was kind, gentle and wise. I always felt safe in his presence.
He told me once that I could do anything I put my mind to. His words mean everything to me – his words gave me the courage to pursue that that dream I kept hidden for years – to put my work out into the world.
Thank you, Dad.
If you could use one word to describe your father, what would it be?