Happy Father’s Day
Here it is, the 3rd Sunday in June and that means it’s Father’s Day. Tomorrow is the first day of summer. Maybe you’re blessed to have a father who lives near you but I live 1,900 miles away from my parents and that makes treating my dad to Sunday dinner difficult…
That’s not to say that it’s impossible. No, just highly improbable given both of our current financial situations. I would love to be able to give my dad a hug on Father’s Day. It’s been a long time. Ten years, maybe? I can’t remember for sure and it makes me sad that I cannot remember. I do remember the last time I hugged my dad. That was less than a year ago when I flew home for my paternal grandmother’s funeral. I writing about Father’s Day and to me that was Father’s Day.
My dad is a bi-vocational pastor of a small church in Memphis, TX. And as I write this, I know he is preparing the morning message for his congregation. Well, I’m sure he’s already prepared the message so I suppose I should say that he’s getting ready to deliver the message. He has a heart for those people and would love to be a pastor full-time if only he could afford it. If I could support him financially in such an endeavor I would.
I have always wished that my parents were able to come here to New England to see where I live but it’s always been financially unfeasable. I live 1,900 miles away. MapQuest tells me that it’s 29 hours of driving. That sounds about right because back in 1997, at the time, the five of us drove there and back. I saw many parts of the country that I never thought I’d see. Adventures like that can be fun for the whole family (usually) and sometimes straining.
So, what I thought I’d do this year, today, is propose to my dad that I either pay their way up here to spend a few weeks with me. Either by plane or by driving. I know my mom’s not too fond of flying so I’m open to them taking three days to drive up here if they want to take that route. Maybe taking the train would be possible. I doubt they’ve ever done that. Hmmm… Looks like the nearest stations is a few hundred miiles away in OKC. They might have to fly out of OKC anyway. I don’t know. Three days driving, two days riding the train or eight hours flying is up to them. I just want to get them here.
The whole point to this is I want to share my life with my parents and allowing them to experience my part of the country sounds like a good first step. What do you think?
Have you honored your father today?
