Today is my Dad's birthday.
He is 58 years young.
I remember when he turned 30 and got a skateboard for his birthday.
And then did a handstand to prove he still could.
And then fell and dislocated his shoulder.
What can I say about my Dad? What would I say to him if I had only minutes to share some parting thoughts? Well, funny you ask! It just so happens that last time I flew I was pretty sure I was going to die. There was a moderate amount of turbulence and the woman in my aisle was crying. Since I am a sympathetic panicker, I naturally assumed an emotionally fatalistic state and penned what I was certain would be my goodbye letter. I am fully aware this is ridiculous. But while I was quite nauseous from all the bumping and tossing I managed to eek out a few coherent thoughts, including this part to my dad. Now if it sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well just remember that I thought I was dying. And if THAT sounds a bit over the top and dramatic, well welcome to Luke's exhausting life :)
Dad, you are one of the best relationships I have.
I have always, always wanted to make you proud.
And I have always, always known I have.
I know the depth of your love for me even if you think I cannot possibly understand.
I do- because it is the same way I feel for my own children.
I love you Dad!