Keep on Pushing

I have been more emotional today than an Ethiopian with no legs watching a donut roll down the street, more than Felisha winning a shopping spree (check http://analisagubuan.blogspot.com/2006/05/felisha-trilogy.html), and more than Michael Jackson in YMCA 3rd grade swim class. Yes, as fucked up, true, and unfortunately true as the previous statement respectively, I have been that emotional. You see, today is Father’s Day. I am a single father…not a father that is single, even though I am…anyway, before I create a writers block…since I left for deployment (active duty navy), I haven’t heard from my children. Well, until today. Earlier today, my Mom sent me pictures of my oldest daughter on her visit to see my older sister on my nieces first birthday. I later had the opportunity to use a phone to speak to my father and my youngest two. The first thing they said to me was “Happy Father’s Day”. And that it is!!!

You see people; fathers are not like mothers, we do not get the constant recognition on T.V. from superstars…”I love you Mom”. That might be because a good number of men really are not around to get that praise…sorry muthafuckas don’t damn deserve it. But, it leaves a bad taste in the mouth of the ones that do. We (good fathers) only need what I got today. Recognition…a low level of appreciation that makes missing them for the past four months well worth thinking of them every waking moment. To all the worlds best, I send out a message for you: Keep doing what you are doing. There is going to be that one day when you are going to get a picture in the mail, a phone call, a card from your young saying thank you. I promise you, every bead of sweat, every tear of thought, every breathe for them is well worth being alive on this day. Thank you, God! Happy Father’s Day to you too!!!