Dad

I recently told my husband that my dad took me and my best friend to a couple of rock concerts in the early 70s. As well as the Rolling Stones, he took me to see Cream.

How generous of him! To sit and listen to that loud rock music with me!

This was not what other friends’ dads were doing.

When I was about 7 or 8, Mom petitioned for a weekly day of relative peace and quiet. Dad, who also worked all week in the city, took the ‘big’ kids out on Saturdays, mostly lunch and bowling or golfing. We held up other golfing groups, and I’m sure navigating us (all under 10) was a challenge, but I don’t recall him losing his patience.

When I was younger, I remember him giving me rides on his back and playing math games with me. He was fun, and I couldn’t wait for him to come home from work every day. I still love numbers.

I don’t know if I ever thanked Dad for the concerts.

I will be thanking him this morning at my altar, for all of it.

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