I am very grateful for the men that have helped to shape and mold me into the man that I am today.
My father had difficulty sharing his emotions and feelings. I guess that is why I had such a close relationship with my grandfather because he shared all of the things that my father would not or could not say.
My father was not the most talkative man and truthfully he made a lot of mistakes when I was younger. It took me years to forgive him and I literally had to mentally bury the old father to make room for the new man that he had become.
I am so glad that we made peace with one another before he died. The last time I saw him was on the side of the highway working. He worked for the Highway Department in Texas. He was a very hard working man and I guess that is where I get my work ethic.
I drove to Texas that summer to spend time with him and my grandmother. It was a surprise visit but when he found out I was there he took time off of work and insisted we spend the day fishing. My mother had told my Dad that I was gay but we never spoke of it. Instead we spent the day fishing in silence enjoying each other's company. He was a man of little words but I knew on that sunny day fishing by the river that he loved me and accepted me unconditionally as his son.
So on this day I honor, remember and celebrate Wilford Easley, because I love and accepted him unconditionally as my father.
I hope he is smiling, singing and saving me a spot for our next day of fishing....smile
Happy Fathers Day Dad!