I used to say “Happy Father’s Day to all the baby daddies,” but I’ve realized it takes more to be a Dad. Like Yondu says in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 said “he may have been your father, boy, but he wasn’t your daddy.” yes, I did quote Yondu.
This is a college I made a few years ago. Top left is my dad and me at Hamel’s Park in Shee epirt when I was a kid. I loved that place, as most of us did then. I loved going there with my Dad, but really, I loved going anywhere with him because he worked so much that he didn’t have a lot of family time. Even when he wasn’t working, he was often helping his relatives fix something or other. Time together was great.
Bottom left is my Pappaw Branton and me and my cousins, Bridget and Cherie. He died when I was 10 I spent a lot of time with him and man, he was great. He taught me how to fish. He grew peppers and tomatoes and hid the eggs at Easter. He and my grandmother lived next door to us and I went to their house after school a lot. When he came home from work, he would sit in his chair and say, “Kerry, go get me a beer and a Twinkie, you know where they are. Get a Twinkie for yourself too.”
Bottom right is my Pappaw Glenn and me after my junior ring ceremony. He was something else. He had stories. He loved ice cream. He put in a pool, he said for me — I had a sister and cousins, so I don’t know how true that was. I spent his last few days with him in the hospital and in the middle of the night, he rallied, as they say dying people do. During the last hour that he was cognizant, I asked him if he wanted some ice cream. We had ice cream together. He passed away later that afternoon.
It’s been a blessing having my Dad and grandfathers in my life. Blessing is the world for it because luck is random. There’s nothing random about these men.
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