I have a chiferla plant in my office that reminds me of my father each day.
The company always sends flowers when kin folks die and they sent this one
in 1986 when my father died.
He was, in a lot of ways, like a lot of other fathers around here. Honest,
hard working, salt of the earth. He was proud of his kids and though he
didn't have but a few years of school, intuitively knew the importance
of an education. On more than one occasion, when my older brother Neil
had problems with his grades, "you know son, you're going to have a high
school diploma even if it takes you until your 50." It was a matter-of-fact
statement that apparently Neil believed, because he would always pull his
grades up and he graduated on time.
He and my mother came to all our ball games when I was a kid. He taught
me how to throw a curve ball and how to work on cars, how to skin a catfish
and how to build a minnow trap so that we could have bait when went fishing.
|He was a miner and later in
his life, a welder. He believed in giving "the company" their
money's worth. You get paid to do a job, he'd say, don't take shortcuts,
always do a job that you can be proud of. Be smart with your money.
Buy some good term life insurance to help care for your family in case something
happens to you. I know that these things might be profound, but they
are the things that make me who I am.
Sunday June 20th is Fathers Day. If your father is still alive, I encourage
you to hug him and tell him you love him, because there will come a time
when he will be gone and all you have left are the memories.