A Diary of A Single Man: A Father’s Day Blessing

From the tired tie to the oversized sweater love is fair and affection is always in the air.

Admittedly, this is a incredible emotional day for me.

A Diary of A Single Man: A Father’s Day Blessing

To all the men whom are home alone
slumped over leaning against your posolen throne, you aren’t forgotten. Not by a long shot, my friend.

To each and every man who stand tall even though you’ve gone bald. You are not forgotten. I think, I your pain. Please allow me to explain.

On this day, when some Fathers are forgotten, I remember a period in time when we held our heads high and were viewed as being great. It’s more than just another day. It’s every day in every way possible we somehow create the unthinkable and the impossible unknowable. I’m here to tell you, “I see you”. I believe in you so help me God. I know all that you do and what it takes to keep pushing forward.

A Diary of A Single Man: A Father’s Day Blessing

Especially, those men who are still at home enjoying the family unit life, holding hands with your wife or loved one. I salute you forever for holding it down by wearing the crown and wearing it very well. Thank you for your efforts in keeping hope and the dream alive. A good man is a precious commodity never to be wasted.

A Diary of A Single Man: A Father’s Day Blessing

To all the single women my FT cubes of the world. You’re a full time mother, student, job/career a champion in our own right and yes you play the incredible role as a father when no man is present. I love each and every one of you for your continued support and tireless effort to make a difference in a child’s life. You represent the rock that’s under every mans feet. You are our constant foundation like water that runs deep. A true Queen who’s forced to endure dural roles and who’s mouth is sweet.

I owe you my life…

A Diary of A Single Man: A Father’s Day Blessing

Divorce; Death of a family.

I don’t celebrate this day. I try to work everyday and on every so-called holiday and national holiday to ease the pain and anguish from the homes I’ve must have broken by contributing to the mental frustration and despair. I care, I love hard and my love is true. Despite any great things I’ve contributed to or have accomplished I can never forget all that I must have put my family through for not being there. I hate for that to be a fact which can never be corrected. This is my attempt to address it.

 

Harlem,

 

Heaven is at the foot of Mother…

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