This has been a long week. After a trip to Atlanta to watch the Braves play last Sunday and then traveling to Jacksonville for the entire week for a work conference, I decided to rest a little today and skip church.
While at home, I stumbled upon an NBC retrospective episode of Meet the Press which focused on remembering their beloved host of 17 years, Tim Russert. He passed away Friday from a sudden heart attack. Honestly, I have never been a huge fan of this show. Usually I’m always at church when it is on but I’m also not really into politics. And often what I did see of Tim Russert through the years, I really didn’t like. I’m not sure why but for some reason or another, I would usually turn the channel when I saw him on. His public persona was not very appealing to me.
But something caught my attention today as I was flipping channels and found the show. Tom Brokaw was practically in tears talking about his longtime friend and what an impact he had made on everyone that knew him. He spoke of what a great mentor, friend, and colleague he was. But what really touched my heart was how much the panel spoke of his love for his father and of being a father to his own child. As we celebrate fathers this weekend for Father’s Day it seemed an appropriate thing to remember about this man who was known by the public for being quite rough on political candidates. I was glad to see a glimpse of the other side of him.
But it also reminded me of how much I miss my own father. And how much I wish I could have one more Father’s Day to share with him and tell him thank you for all that he has done and for everything he has meant to me.
So on this Father’s Day I celebrate my father’s legacy. All that he was and all that he wasn’t. I will remember all the lessons he taught and those he didn’t intend to teach. And I will carry him in my heart because if he is there, then he will always be with me.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad!