My emotions overwhelm me tonight as I write this post. I am watching my husband go through one of the most difficult experiences a person faces, the loss of his mother, yet I see him continuing to care for his family and offer the same service he has continued to provide throughout P.J.’s journey (See P.J.’s Journey: My Copilot).
To say A.J. is a good dad is like saying Mother Teresa was a nice lady. A good father takes his kids out for pizza and tucks them in at night. A great father, one like A.J., gets up three or four times in the middle of the night to cook for his son because he knows that weight gain is critical to wound care and it’s important to feed him when he’s hungry. A good father helps his kids get dressed and encourages them to work hard at school. A great father, one like A.J., changes sheets and pillowcases regularly because he knows infections can be deadly, and encourages his son to struggle through physical therapy, no matter how painful, because the end result will be worth it. A good father pushes his child on a swing and holds his hand while he climbs stairs. A great father, like A.J., pushes his son in his wheelchair and holds his hand while he is going through torturous treatments.
With my father and father-in-law both having gone home to be with the Lord, for the past few years, Father’s Day has been about helping my children to appreciate their dad. I don’t know if they will ever be able to fully appreciate all he has done for them, but I can truly say that I do.
A.J., you are an amazing father… never doubt that for a moment. I love you with all my heart. Happy Father’s Day.
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