Saturday, January 20, 2024
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My Dad
On January 17th 2024 the world lost a great man, I lost my Father. It is still difficult to accept that he is gone. I have been wrestling with emotions since I go the news and as I read all the heartfelt tributes being written and posted about him it is obvious how much he meant to so many people. My biggest regret is not telling him more often how important he was to me and the immeasurable impact he had on me. I think I have a unique perspective on him and I would like to share that with everyone.
It is no secret that James McLaughlin was not my biological father. Legally speaking I was his stepson; however, he never used that term. Never was I introduced as his stepson just as “my son Michael.” Likewise, I always simply called him Dad, or Pop as we got older. As far back as I can remember he was always there in my life raising me, spending time with me, teaching me right from wrong. For that he should have been given a medal I was not always an easy child quite frankly I was a pain in the ass. Regardless he loved me as if I was one of his own, he did not always say it with words, but it was in his eyes and his actions.
I can remember a time when I was young in high school someone would occasionally ask me “don’t you ever want to know your father” and I would say “I do.” To which they would say “no I mean your real father” “he is my real father” was my reply every time. He was, not because of some arbitrary biological obligation, but rather because he wanted the job. James didn’t have to be my Dad he didn’t have to care about me or for me, but he did. He chose to be. He always loved me, and I always loved him even when I was to rebellious and foolish to realize it.
I learned so much from my dad; all the little things like tying your shoes, writing your name, proper way to use a tool and the wrong way to use one when you ran out of options. Taught me to ride a horse, how to shoot and how to be safe, how-to fish (still working on that one), how to fix things when they were broken, how to figure out a problem. Even tried to teach me to drive… patience has its limitations lol, but I do remember to check the oil dad, better late than never. It is the important things I learned from my dad; honesty, integrity, loyalty, importance of family, how to stand on your own two feet, that its ok to fail as long as you keep trying, if you fall off the horse you get back up try again. I learned about sacrifice, and helping others, how to care how to love, and most importantly to appreciate what you have. My father was a simple man with a proper wit and incredible wisdom. He was tough as nails but kind of heart, fair and generous, he had great sense of humor he always made me laugh. The highlight was when I would say something to make him laugh then you knew it was funny. I once made him spit out his coffee, where do you go from there right? that is the peak. I shared so many great moments with my dad I could not begin to mention them all. The greatest of all though is as I grew up and became the man I am today; because of him, we became not just father and son but friends.
When we are young, we think I do not want to grow up and become my father, but I did, and I know when I did. When my children were born and I knew the kind of man, kind of father I wanted to be… I am my father’s son and I am proud of that fact.
There is a song by Brad Paisley and a line in it that sums it up perfectly; “I hope I’m at least half dad that he didn’t have to be…”
I love you Pop and I miss you so much.