The Measure of a Man

The measure of a man...he held my hand and never let go. He loved me beyond circumstance, opening his whole heart. Carrying me when I could not walk was far from an easy task, but even still he never let his pain show. He loved me back with every breath of his life, making his home my own. He kissed all he loved full on the mouth not ashamed to place his affection on full display. He combed my hair making sure I had perfect straight parts and pretty ponytails. While everyone knows I am a Daddy's girl, most others respect my granddad's role in my life. My father's father raised a wonderful man void of selfishness, my Dad has a giving heart. My Mother's father carried a community on his back and together both men as next door neighbors set an incredible standard for what a man should be and how to raise family. While so many are missing a father's love. I had three unconditional loves!!! I thank them all this Father's Day. I love my Daddy and I miss my Grandfathers.