A father is a thing that growls when it feels good.....& laughs when scared half to death.
A father never feels worthy of the worship in a childs eyes.
He's never quite the man his daughter thinks.......
Never quite the man his son believes him to be.......& this worries him sometimes.
So he works too hard to try & smooth the rough places in the road for those of his own who will follow him.
Fathers are what give daughters away to other men who aren't nearly good enough.....
So they can have grandchildren who are smarter than anybodys.
Fathers make bets with Insurance companies about who will live longest.
One day they lose & and the bets are paid off to the part of them they leave behind.
I don't know where a father goes when he dies,but I've an idea after a good rest.....
Wherever it is.....he won't just sit & wait for the girl he's loved & the children she bore. He'll be busy there too.....Repairing the stairs,oiling the gates,improving the streets,smoothing the way......
Author Unknown
Judy a.k.a. Pinklady June 2001
