Talking with my Dad

Awhile ago I had one of those longer father/son-type of talks.

It revolved around life and all that good stuff, normal dad stuff asking what I wanted to do when I graduated, if it made money, stuff like that. He talked about how I needed money in order to have a family and to provide for them, to buy a nice house.

Of course it made sense, how could it not? It was cold hard logic.

I then asked him, "Well dad, how do you make time for the kids?"

He didn't quite understand what I was getting at. So I elaborated a little bit.

I told him, "Dad, we, as a family, have almost everything we could ever ask for, a nice house, you're paying for my college education and my brothers', I have a car, my brother has a car, mom has a car, you have lots of cars for work and stuff, you take care of the insurance..." this and that, so on and so forth. Then I asked him, "For everything you've given us, you've never been to any of my football games or my brother's for instance, you missed both our high school graduations, we haven't had dinner with you in almost four years, so for everything money can buy, how can it buy time?"

The didn't say anything.

I then added, "But I still love you dad, for everything."