My Dad

 My Dad has always been a part of my life. And he has always taken his roles seriously.

My Dad has been a teacher. He taught me how to tell time, how to ride a bike and how to drive a car. He was even a seventh grade substitute teacher for awhile. 

My Dad has been a coach. He always said that even if one of his kids was playing in a tiddly winks match,  he would be there to cheer him on. And he was. He was there for football, baseball and basketball, games both very good and very bad.

My Dad has been a fan. He has attended many school plays and band concerts because of us kids. Very, very off-Broadway productions, to be sure.

My Dad has been there for me. He helped me out when I was six and I wanted a parakeet, found me a flute at a pawnshop when I took lessons and helped me find a car when I needed one. Most importantly, he told me that he would hold the church door shut and allow me to run if I needed to before my wedding. There is so much that can be said about that. 

My Dad has always been my Dad. Always.