Father’s Day 2017

Solomon and Dad, San Diego, December 29, 2016

June 18, 2017

Dearest Solomon,

As I watched your videos from today at the water park. I couldn’t help but notice how the little pitter-patter of your feet left little footprints that faded in the sun.

As I closed my eyes, I reflected back again on my gift of fatherhood. I remembered my dad, my life and you.

Shadow Boxer
As a young man, I chased my shadow.
As a father, my shadow chases me.
Don’t wait to turn around, son.
Face your shadows, don’t fight them.
Your shadow is love.

Love Always,
Dad


This is the song that came on, and made me get up to write this quick letter — in case you wanted to know.

To Leave Something Behind
by Sean Rowe
I cannot say that I know you well
But you can’t lie to me with all these books that you sell
I’m not trying to follow you to the end of the world
I’m just trying to leave something behind
Words have come from men and mouse
But I can’t help thinking that I’ve heard the wrong crowd
When all the water is gone my job will be too
And I’m trying to leave something behind
Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is broken and red
But I’m trying to leave something behind
This whole world is a foreign land
We swallow the moon but we don’t know our own hand
We’re running with the case but we ain’t got the gold
Yet we’re trying to leave something behind
My friends I believe we are at the wrong fight
And I cannot read what I did not write
I’ve been to His house, but the master is gone
But I’d like to leave something behind
There is a beast who has taken my blame
You can put me to bed but you can’t feel my pain
When the machine has taken the soul from the man
It’s time to leave something behind
Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
Oh the future ahead is already dead
And I’m trying to leave something behind
I got this feeling that I’m still at the shore
And pockets don’t know what it means to be poor
I can get through the wall if you give me a door
So I can leave something behind
Oh wisdom is lost in the trees somewhere
You’re not going to find it in some mental gray hair
It’s locked up from those who hurry ahead
And it’s time to leave something behind
Oh money is free but love costs more than our bread
And the ceiling is hard to reach
When my son is a man he will know what I meant
I was just trying to leave something behind
I was just trying to leave something behind
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