happy fathers day pop

What was silent in the father

speaks in the son,

and often I found in the son,

the unveiled secret of the father.

Friedrich Nietzsche

I used to ponder what it would have been like,
to grow up differently than I did. What would I
have turned out like, what would I be doing.

But then, reality creeps in, and I am, simply,
the product of my upbringing and surroundings.

Looking back, there have been little things,
that certainly brought my Dad and I together,
that we never talked about.

Once, while young, my Grandfather was in
the hospital after having another one of his
many heart attacks. He was in a room
with Charlie Krueger of the SF 49er
football team. He offered my Dad 2 tickets
to the 49ers playing the LA Rams, and he
and I flew to Los Angeles to watch the game.

We went to museums, we camped and
traveled places whenever he had a chance.

I'm thinking because of all this, without
trying to find reasons, is part of why I
am who I am today.

This is my son through the years and honestly,
I still can't believe I've been a father.

Our lives were different than mine growing
up and I too hope that I gave enough to him,
that he will make the best of his life that he can.

Although thousands of miles away from
my family, inside we are close.

Happy Fathers Day Pop!