I know it’s kind of an arbitrary age to write a post to one’s parent, but seeing as how life is full of ups and downs and twists and turns, and how tomorrow is promised to no one, this post is dedicated to my dad on his 73rd birthday.
Woosha-woosha-woosha. The whispery sound of brush on shoe quietly echoed through our house each morning. Each morning also brought the musky smell of Old Spice, my father’s after shave. In the kitchen, Old Spice mixed with the aroma of coffee and peanut butter on toast. One more quick trip to the bathroom to brush his teeth and my father was on his way to work. Routine. The Army drills until its tasks become second nature in any terrain or climate. Similarly, whether we were living in Germany, Hawaii, or one of the U. S. states, my father ‘s morning regimen was precision. He left the house on time every day looking sharp, ready to accomplish the tasks the day presented. For many years, to me, he was the embodiment of the Army –the professional soldier.
My father taught me more than he knows about setting standards for ourselves and always striving to maintain those standards. He showed me how to be a leader. He inspired me to always do my best, to set high standards and work to achieve my goals. I suppose I also got my unwavering patriotism from my father, the professional soldier.
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa, I don’t think I said I love you near enough
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