My Father

Since Father's Day was yesterday, I feel like I should take a moment to acknowledge one of the world's greatest dads. Now I know most of us think our dads are the greatest, but in this case, what I mean is that he's the greatest to me. I wouldn't have any other man to be my father.

My father takes time to enjoy life. I've got great memories of playing with him as a kid, and one thing I admire about him is that he's never too busy or grown-up to take the time to play with and give attention to his children.

My father is sacrificial, almost to a fault. Putting others' needs and comfort above his own has been his creed ever since I can remember, and I want to be just like him in that regard.

My father is understanding. There's hardly anything I can't talk to him about. He normally takes things in stride, and his candid comments after a talk are always an added relief.

My father has a simple sense of humor. In his almost distracted way he's pulled off funnies that have become classics in my hall of comedy.

My father has a true love for the people he lives and works with. Whenever we move to a new country, he does his best to learn the language, customs, and manner of the people there. He truly becomes one.

There's much more I could say about him, but for the sake of brevity, I'll end here.

Jerry, you're the best dad for me. I'm sorry for those times when I made life difficult for you, when my pride got in the way, and when you had to deal with my eccentric, rebellious, and bad attitudes. But all in all, I'm proud to have a dad like you, and I count it a privilege and an honor to be your son.