This year, Father’s Day is a difficult one for me.
I lost my father to COVID on 15th February 2021. He and my mom both contracted COVID, and I was on the other side of the planet in Malaysia, trying to figure out if and how I could get back to support them. Through obtaining special permission to fly via Tokyo to Dallas in the worst winter storm Texas has seen in my lifetime, I arrived a day before my father passed away.
When I was a child, he used to sit in the floor with me and play dolls. He couldn’t believe my Barbies weren’t wearing underwear, so one day he cut up balloons to make sure they were decent for their next play date. That same dad became a PawPaw, and despite two knee replacements and a hip replacement, he still tried his best to get down on the floor and play with his grandchildren.
My dad loved to serve.
My dad loved his family.
My dad loved God.
I know I was fortunate to have one of the most amazing men in my life for so long. And I will continue to live out this legacy of faith, family and fun.