I carry his name, Gary. I’ve told you all my story and through it, I’ve told you his. My father married my mother his high school sweet heart. When I was 2 months old, she took her life. My father struggled with alcoholism and was homeless after that. 
So he left me in the care of his oldest sister and her husband. I never saw my dad intoxicated, he was too proud for that.
My dad moved to Florida, fixed his life and by it fixed ours. I watched this man drive a 1985 Honda Civic and load my brother & 2 sisters in it.
My dad moved to Florida, fixed his life and by it fixed ours. I watched this man drive a 1985 Honda Civic and load my brother & 2 sisters in it.
The car would ride low as we got older, but he had all 4 of his kids with him. Even if only for the summer. He made us sit at the table and have dinner every night as a family. I’ll never forget those summers, they shaped me.
My Dad and I haven’t always had the best relationship because we are both bull headed, but I grow to admire his sacrifice for us more and more every year.
I share the details of my life, because some times we think we can’t bounce back.
I share the details of my life, because some times we think we can’t bounce back.
My dad lost it all but he never lost his love for his children. He did the best he knew to do, and for that I’m a better man.
To the man who gave me life, whose name I’m proud to carry, Happy Father’s Day.
To the man who gave me life, whose name I’m proud to carry, Happy Father’s Day.
Carrying your name let’s me know I can come back from anything, because you did. I love you Daddy, and Happy Father’s Day.
Love,
- Gary Daniel -
Love,
- Gary Daniel -
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