This Sunday is Father’s Day, so as is my recent custom, I will be hibernating. But before I go, I wanted to share this with you. It hurts, it heals, it bites, it brings questions, it provides no answers, and I can’t look away. But that is the way of things for those who have lost a child.
I recently rediscovered this book that Parker made at school when he was 8 years old. I have written in the past about my wish for my sons to call me Papa with little to no success, however, this epic tome may prove me wrong.So, without further adieu…
When I am old with you papa we will make objects. We will make them look awesome. We’ll have fun. We will work on cool dioramas.
When I am old with you papa, we will go to the Ocean. We will take walks along the shore. We will go swimming in the water. We will go scuba diving and we will have adventures in the sea.
When I am old with you papa we will go fishing. We will stay up late. We will use fat worms. We will sing to kill time.
When I am old with you papa we will still play video games. We will still blow off some awesome moves. We will be competitive. We will still probably tie.
When I am old with you papa we will wrestle. You will still tickle me. You will probably push me off the bed. We will probably tie.