I was, I think, 7 years old when this strange furry creature married my mother. I remember being really excited at the time, because my mom was so happy, and I remember being kind of scared about what would happen to me.
I had never had a dad up to that point, so you can imagine that the transition was quite difficult for me, and, in turn, I made it hard on him. What he did, however, was miraculous and a true testament to his character.
My dad took me as his own. I NEVER remember hearing the words “step son” from his mouth. He always introduced me as his own. I was included, whether I wanted to be or not It was certainly a learning experience for me. He taught by example.
He taught me to be responsible.
He taught me to have integrity.
He taught me to be honest.
He taught me to have fortitude.
He taught me how to love my wife and daughter.
He taught me to respect other people and myself.
He taught me how to be a man.
I respect my dad more than any other man alive. I could never tell him “thank you” enough, but I hope this gets me a little closer. If you ever meet a certain Roy Fessenden, you can thank him for me too. I love you dad! Happy Father’s Day!
Saturday, June 16th, 2012