I’ll be posting another “proper” entry later this weekend, on a subject having nothing to do with it being Father’s Day in the US, but before that I wanted to take a moment to state my respect for my father here. I don’t think I’ve actually done that on this blog platform.
For those here who don’t know it, my father and I have had a rather close long distance relationship since I was about 10 years old. Given the geographical distance and physical difference between he and I, many consider it to be remarkable how alike we are in many respects.
Some semi-coincidental similarities: Each of us straight out of high school was seriously planning on becoming a Protestant clergyman — in rather different churches and for rather different reasons — but God saved both of us from all that. Dad went on to do his bachelor’s with a major in sociology; I went on to teach sociology. We began debating religious philosophy with each other when I was about 12 years old, and we each have a reputation for being particularly tenacious debaters of such matters. Both of us have been seriously “challenged” in our efforts at domestic life, and attacks on how we’ve each faced our responsibilities as divorced fathers have cut both of us deeply; yet caring for our children and working for peace have been central goals in both of our lives. The other similarities between us I am rather too close to see, but I’m always proud to have such things noticed by those with an outside perspective on the matter.
So as he is celebrated for his 50th Father’s Day this year, I hope you will join me in raising a glass for — and/or saying a prayer for — the old fellow I was named after: David Robert Huisjen, Senior.
I love you, Dad, and I don’t want you to ever doubt it or forget it.