It was moments like this that fostered my love of reading and storytelling. Later, in my early teens, I would get into my Mom & Dad's book stash and read all Dad's Stephen King, Chelsea Quinn Yarbro, and Dan O'Bannon novels.
My dad has always been there for me, and for my cousins, and for my friends. He was the "dad of the neighborhood" when I was growing up. The guy being the dad to the village, so to speak. He was the one who took us to the park, tossed us around at the lake, fixed all our bikes, assembled and filled up our plastic swimming pool every summer, and grilled all those burgers and hotdogs.
I still get emails and posts from friends I grew up with asking about my dad, wanting to know how he's doing and so forth. There have been so many who have said that he was the only fatherly influence they had in their lives, and that it made a difference. That's very special to me. I don't think my Dad realizes the number of lives he's touched or the difference he has made. I'm blessed and grateful to have him in my life.
I try to honor the immeasurable impact he has made everyday, but I often fall short. Just know that I will forever cherish your presence and guidance. I love you, Dad. Happy Father's Day.