Not my father's son

I sit here on the last day of a week with the boy. Those who are or who have been closest to me know I always feared being like my old man. I love him but he was always at a distance. This week with the boy has truly made me realize I am nothing like him.

Camping, fishing, movies, golf the conversations are nothing I had with dear old dad. I never even knew who my dads pals were. My friends all embrace the boy and love being around with us. Yes, quite a huge difference from mine and my brothers weekends with our dad. I don't even recall spending weeks at a time with him. I don't mean to bash the man at all. It was different then I suppose. I know he loves both me and my brother. Looking back it was just so lacking.

Any way, it is what it is. I feel better about the father I am than I have in a long time.
I'm so glad the boy's back here. Thank you to his mom.

For what it's worth Joshie boy, your dad loves you more than anything. I don't have much to give but myself. When you get older you'll see that that is plenty.

Love,

Dad

Ahhh, forgot I had this.....

4:16 on a Wednesday which is really my Thursday. Friday I'll be playing golf at the Rivera Country Club in Pacific Palasidas. Tonight I'll be watching my boy play ball and maybe catch the end of the Laker game. All should be right? It should, right?

More coming.....mind is turning again.