Today is Father’s Day, so I’d like to take this opportunity to talk about my dad.
My dad is one of the best people I know. He is an upstanding guy– he’s an outstanding guy. He’s always thinking about five million things at once, which means he’s not the best listener, but he tries his hardest. He is constantly worried about whether my sister, my stepmom, my stepbrother and I are okay– and always does the best that he can to fix whatever’s wrong. Yes, he does travel a lot. But he always does whatever he can to be there for us. And for that I am extremely grateful and appreciative.
He has so much love in his heart– for his family, our puppy, for his friends, and for everyone he knows from the shoe business (which he’s been in since he was a teenager). He is understanding and comfortable, and his ability to talk to anyone astounds me. He works so hard at his job it’s insane. And he is a writer like me, and like my grandpa.
My dad loves baseball (go Mets!) and driving and New Park pizza. He loves Harry Potter and a good Jewish deli and World Fellowship. And he loves me.
And I love him. Happy Father’s Day, doodad Dan.