I never will forget him
For he made me what I am
Though he may be gone
Memories linger on
And I miss him, the old man
--"The Old Man," sung best by John McDermott
Happy Father's Day to all you fine fellows out there. To commemorate the occasion, here are a fatherly item and a grandfatherly one.
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My older son drives a truck for a living, and is behind the wheel up to 10 hours a day. So what does he decide to do for his vacation? Drive to Virginia. I don't get it, but then there are many things about my kids that I don't get. (And I'm sure they could say the same about me.)
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I am thrice blessed! In addition to going to two preschool plays within a few weeks, I went to my grandson's preschool graduation. That's right: graduation ceremonies for preschoolers, with T-shirts and visors in lieu of caps and gowns. What next: graduation ceremonies for the babies in a hospital nursery? Anyhow, when called to receive his diploma, Maxwell decided to play the clown, staggering up to the teacher while making monkey faces. Not overly amusing.
I'm somewhat amused by the idea of Max being silly, but only because he was so darn serious as a *REALLY* little one!
ReplyDeleteDid you know that I've never had a graduation? Not a one. I didn't go to preschool, and then just as I'd almost get to a point where I'd "graduate" (from grade school in Grade 5, for instance), I'd change schools to one that had a different system, and finally I left school to go to work. Maybe someday I'll graduate from college, eh?