In general, I hate greeting card holidays. However, making a regular habit of honoring our fathers and mothers finds its roots in something far deeper and comes with the promise of a long and full life. I don’t celebrate Mother’s Day or Father’s Day because it’s printed on my calendar. I celebrate those days because I have been blessed with parents who have loved me and shaped me into the man I am today. I lost my mother five years ago. Gratefully, my father is still alive and we continue to share our love of The Beatles (he sent me a recent video of Paul McCartney performing today, in fact) and tips on car maintenance, such as how to remove stubborn calipers when replacing brakes on my van.
My father-in-law passed away over a decade ago, and the song I’ve included today was written in his honor while he was still alive. I have been blessed with in-laws who defy the stereotypes, who have loved and supported my wife and me throughout all stages of our marriage. I pray I can be like them for my children’s spouses as that season of life rapidly approaches. But beyond that, this song speaks of a father’s love that goes beyond this physical and temporal realm. I echo this sentiment on the song “A Father’s Love” off my 2012 album, At the In Between which you can also find on my Songs page or here at BandCamp.
Without further ado, here’s to all those fathers who have willingly sacrificed of themselves for their families on life’s many battlefields. May you have the strength to endure and the vision to reject passivity, accept responsibility, lead courageously, and live for the greater reward!
Vincent H. Anastasi - 2009 He sits in his chair unaware Of the pride I feel inside And words they fail as he nods in and out of a dream That can’t be described Evening offers such small reprieve And though a child crying keeps me up some It’s the man in the chair, the words that he’s shared That greet me like the rising sun I hold the love of an amazing father And though I’m not his own That just makes no difference to me For in the love of this amazing father I find I’m more at home Than anyplace I’ll ever be His vision is blurry but his mind, His mind is alive - with mem’ries and songs And though I could wish to turn back the time I was born when I was born But there’s little more that satisfies Than the words he says – “well done” And I rise from the ashes And lies’ brutal lashes To see with the eyes of a son Chorus Cautiously walking, softly talking, I watch him head out for the night He leaves with a cane but never the shame Young men try to hide I stand wavering inside the door Even after the car’s out of sight In the dark I stumble back up to my room With my wife and his love deep inside Chorus