I saw my Dad a couple of weeks ago. I love him beyond words. He and my Mom divorced when I was five or six years old. I still remember how I used sit as close to him as I could when I rode in his Grand Prix. It's funny how clear my emotions where at that age. When we left my Dad I was so heartbroke. I was a Daddies boy. My Dad inspired me to dance. I loved to see him dance. When he danced he was happy. When I dance I'm happy.
I wish I could get the moments in time back that I missed with him. I'm a grown man who's still a Daddies boy. I watched my Dad become a complete man over the years. He not only did his best to take care of us, but he took care of his sisters and brothers well into adulthood after my Grandmother passed. I know where I got my love and burden for humanity from. Anyone who knows my Dad says the same thing, he's a good man.
I love my kids the way he loved us. Even though the marriage didn't workout, I still had the greatest Father because he poured his heart into mind. A couple of years ago on his Birthday we danced together. Now I just want to dance with my Father again. These thoughts were inspired by Luther Vandross's song, "Dance With My Father".