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The board meeting had come to an end. Bob started to stand up and jostled the table, spilling his coffee over his notes. "How embarrassing. I’m getting so clumsy in my old age." Everyone had a good laugh, and soon we were all telling stories of our most embarrassing moments. It came around to Frank who sat quietly listening to the others. Someone said, "Come on Frank. Tell us your most embarrassing moment."
Frank laughed and began to tell us of his childhood. "I grew up in San
Pedro. My dad was a fisherman and he loved the sea. He worked hard and would
stay out until he caught enough to feed the family. Not just enough for our
family, but also for his mom and dad and the other kids that were still at home."
He looked at us and said, "I wish you could have met my Dad. He was a big man and he was strong from pulling the nets and fighting the seas for his catch. When you got close to him, he smelled like the ocean. He would wear his old canvas, foul weather coat and his bib overalls. His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow. No matter how much my mother washing them, they would still smell of the sea and of fish."
Frank’s voice dropped a bit. "When the weather was bad, he would drive me to school. He had this old truck he used in his fishing business. That truck was older than he was. It would wheeze and rattle down the road. You could hear it coming for blocks. As he would drive toward the school, I would shrink down into the seat hoping to disappear. Half the time, he would slam to a stop and the old truck would belch a cloud of smoke. He would pull right up in front and it seemed like everybody was watching. Then he would lean over and give me a big kiss on the cheek and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me. Here I was twelve years old and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"
He then paused and went on, "I remember the day I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When he got to the school and came to a stop, he had his usual big smile. He started to lean toward me, but I put my hand up and said, ‘No, Dad.’ It was the first time I had ever talked to him that way and he had a surprised look on his face. I said, ‘Dad, I’m too old for a goodbye kiss. I’m too old for any kind of kiss.’ My Dad looked at me for the longest time and his eyes started to tear up. I had never seen him cry. He turned and looked out the windshield."
"‘You’re right,’ he said. ‘You are a big boy -- a man. I won’t kiss you anymore.’"
Frank got a funny look on his face, and the tears began to well in his eyes as he spoke.
"It wasn’t long after that when my Dad went to sea and never came
back. It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in, but not Dad. He had a big
family to feed. They found his boat adrift with its nets half in and half out.
He must have gotten into a gale and was trying to save the nets and the
floats."
I looked at Frank and saw that tears were running down his cheeks.
Frank spoke again. "Guys, you don’t know what I would give to have my Dad give me just one more kiss on the cheek...to feel his rough old face -- to smell the ocean on him -- to feel his arm around my neck. I wish I had been a man then. If I had been a man, I would never have told my Dad I was too old for a goodbye kiss."
I don’t know about the rest of your guys, but at that moment, I wanted more than anything to put my arms around my Dad and let him know just how special he was to me. It is so easy to forget to tell people how important they are to us, especially our parents.
-– Copied, August 2001 –-
"Honour thy father and mother; which is the first commandment with promise; That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth" - Ephesians 6:2-3
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