My brother Andrew wrote a tribute about our dad for Father’s day.
A father’s tough love is a cultural cliché – walk down the Hallmark aisle in May, and you’ll be assaulted by pink and white frilliness that proclaims a mother’s tenderness while the next month, the same aisle is festooned in blue and brown straight lines that let us know that dad, by contrast, doesn’t appreciate that nonsense. But that tough guy formulation masks some of the greatest truths about love that we learn from our fathers.
The whole thing is good, and rings true to my experiences. One of the greatest gifts I’ve been given is my parents, and to this day I’m scrambling as hard as I can to be as good a parent as they were.