It’s Father’s Day so to remember my dad, I want to tell a story about him. A few years ago, my mom was browsing the paper one Sunday morning when she came across a diamond ring that was on sale. “Oh look at this diamond ring,” she said to my dad. “It’s nice isn’t it?”
“Do you want it?” he asked. “Maybe we should get it.”
Before she knew it, they were going to the store to buy the diamond ring. She wondered why he was so eager to spend a lot of money on an extravagant purchase. She found out later that he had bought a very expensive semi-automatic rifle and needed something to cushion the blow. Don’t ask for permission, ask for forgiveness was his motto. That’s just one of the countless stories we tell when we remember him.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. I miss you so much.