My father has always been there for his sons. He took us fishing and hunting. He taught us to appreciate nature, how to fix things and work hard. He is a jack-of-all trades and master of some. He loves to build things, especially out of wood. My dad taught us how to make our way in this world and he did it with his own unique style and sense of humor. He worked hard to support his family and we all thank him for it.
I also thank him for not killing me when I ran over the horseshoe pegs at the cottage and wrecked the track on the snowmobile. I thank him for putting up with my rock band in the basement when he could barely hear the TV. I thank him for taking me duck hunting with Uncle George when the last thing they needed was a teenage nimrod in the boat asking stupid questions. But most of all, I thank him for the love that he gives to his family each and every day.
My Dad was scheduled to go back to his retirement residence from his stint in re-hab at the end of this month. Another bout with pneumonia and a hospital transmitted mursa infection sent him to St. Mike's Hospital in Toronto and we are hopeful he will make it through one more time. Happy Father's Day Dad! I know you'd rather be anywhere else on your special day but you're tough enough to handle it and your family loves you!