Today seems to be a day for remembering, and celebrating.
First the remembering:
Here’s a pic of my dad Jim Miller, taken in 2001 or so. He died in 2002, of kidney failure caused by diabetes. I was holding his hand as he went.
I still miss him every single day. He was a loving, simple, patient man, and throughout my life he taught me everything I know about kindness, and nothing that I know about cruelty. My Dad’s acceptance and love was always a constant to me — an emotional surety as strong as my understanding of the ground I stand on.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Wish I could tell you that in person.
Funny that I grew up to be a Daddy, too — albeit a wildly different kind.
So, to the two lovely brats who (as of last week) are each in possession of half of my green hanky — thanks for saying yes. You’ve made me a very happy pervert. And I’ll try to be the very best Daddy I can be.
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