I've often said that I am a very lucky man. I've long known that. And a good part of the great life I've had, and the type of man I am falls at the feet of my father.
Many of my fondest memories surround him, from Saturdays at McLeod's lunch counter, to walks in the country when I was grown. Heck even to being towed behind the car on a toboggan in the winter (note to present and future fathers – this is crazy dangerous, do NOT try this, at home or elsewhere, but for us, we thought it was great fun).
He's taught me many things, and amongst all those things I hold two to be amongst the most important things I know. That everyone deserves dignity and to be treated with respect; and that life is best faced with humour.
I love you Dad, this is your Father's Day card, cheap son that I am.
And I didn't forget to call him for those who note that this is two days late. I was in this hide at the time and called by satellite phone.
He also taught me to appreciate being outside and was wise enough to let me be adventurous and myself. It was a great place to call him from (and my sister whose birthday was also on Sunday) perched on the edge of a canyon. I only wish I had more battery life in the phone when I called.