Have you figured out the four letter word yet?
(the late, great allen ludden voice) "the password is ... have".
The last thing my dad felt he had to do for me, was get me into college.
That was twenty years ago.
I am thirty seven.
Which means, for over half of my life, my dad has had my back in every way imaginable -- financially, emotionally; as a parent, and as a friend. As a fellow lover of libations ... and as a fellow lover of libations. As a sounding board, and as a "Voice of Reason". (Sorry Gregg; but someone had to be the initial one.) As a fellow Chiefs fan; as a fellow raiders and broncos hater. (Dad hates oakland more; I hate denver more. "The Voice of Reason" is right -- it's a generational thing.)
When someone else around me, I find forced to question their loyalty?
There's one man I know, I don't ever have to question.
Which is why October 6th hurt me, as much as it did.
And why tomorrow?
I'm going to cry even more than I did, outside of Shawnee Mission, that painful Sunday nine months ago.
Because I get at least one final chance, to express to the greatest man I will ever know -- and I'd argue the greatest man anyone reading this could ever know?
I get one final chance, to simply express, that someday?
I hope I'm at least?
Half the man,
That he didn't have to be.
Because Dad didn't have to be.