My one and only public apology. Just for you, Happy Father’s Day.
That time when I was nine, and your Mercury Head dimes went missing, Granny gave ‘em to me and sent me to the store to buy cigarettes. Sorry.
That time when I was ten, and you took me to New Orleans and I accidentally wet my pants and you had to spend money you didn’t have on some new clothes for me. Sorry.
That time when I was eleven and you spent an entire day taking me to boot stores in Birmingham, and I just couldn’t find ones I liked, I knew once I found them we would just go home, and even more than I wanted boots to tuck my jeans into like one of Charlie’s Angels, I really wanted to spend the day with you. I liked a pair in the first store. Sorry.
That time I wrote my initials and drew a heart around them on the fifth wheel of your truck just after you had it greased. Sorry.
That time when I was twelve, and I needed a dress for the Valentine’s banquet and you took me to the Warrior Mercantile and the lady told you I also needed a bra. Sorry.
That time when I went to Murphy’s furniture store and picked out a recliner and had it delivered to you for Father’s Day, and you liked it so much and asked me how I paid for it and I told you I charged it to your account. Sorry.
That time when you took off work a whole week to stay with me before I had David and then I went into labor the day after you left. Sorry.
All the times you had to whip me and all the times you had to do without, so I wouldn’t have to, I guess I should be sorry for those too. I’m really more grateful than sorry.
The “good” One
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Outstanding post. (and glad you had the guts to write it. The butterfly chairs’ wings are perfect.)
Thank you hardly seems enough. I appreciate your comment more than words can say.
What a thoughtful and insightful post. Reminded me of similar events like how the family car mileage seemed to climb although the gas gauge never changed and I suggested my dad was just getting older. I liked the pics and think David resembles your father’s facial features.
; ) Thanks SW. Hope you are enjoying Father’s Day.
You’re welcome. Father’s Day is in September here in Oz.
Awww, have an extra special day anyway. Funny. That’s when we celebrate Labor day. HA!
Oh, I am all misty. This is so good. And I know what you mean, I’m a good one too. GREAT, Honie. :).
Thank you Brigitte. I knew you must be one of the good ones. : )
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