Father’s Day, 2007

Thank you for not giving me the same first name as you… and your father… and his father… and, well, you get the idea.

Thank you for whistling all the time.

Thank you for taking an interest in the music I was listening to. In retrospect, your disgust for NWA was just as important as your affection for The Violent Femmes.

Thank you for spanking me a couple of times when I was a little brat. It was thoughtful discipline and not angry revenge, and I learned that my behaviour had reasonable boundaries.

Thank you for teaching me to be comfortable around dogs, and how to train them patiently and humanely.

Thank you for teaching me perspective in dealing with the good and the bad in my life; it’s helped me stay positive, optimistic, and get through my tougher times.

Last but not least, thank for you bringing home comic books for me to read whenever I was sick. It was something to look forward to when I was miserable.