Thoughts for Father’s day
My father doesn’t have a hobby. He doesn’t do anything to unwind. He is 70 years old and yet he does not do anything for himself. There were the early years, he’d drink and smoke. But he quit at the pleading of our youngest he would say and for all the years since then, I haven’t see him take time off or give in to a relaxing vice. Everything he does, actually, the only thing he does is for family. You cannot call him a workaholic, he does not have a stellar career to speak of. He sews and glues shoes. On occasions, he would travel to his hometown, but also because of family.
As a tinker with my camera, hunt for that special something in the grocery, or wish for better things to have, I remember my father. He must have wanted something for himself. Of course, he could have. But he chose not to.
Dad, I cannot thank you enough. I love you. Let this post in web be here eternally. Even if you do not use the internet. I wish people would know, that the father I have, a simple man by standards, is a great man by his acts.