|Saturday, June 15, 2013 12:48 AM|
Happy Fathers Day to all you dads out there. Enjoy your special day!
I would like to add to “What I learned from my father” on page 3.
Many of you knew my father. He was no-nonsense, very practical and a former Marine. The latter explains a lot. He expected what he asked to be done, no questions asked. He said it, you did it (or made it look like you were).
I almost feel guilty about the childhood I had. It was very normal and probably surpassed that description on many levels. My father loved my mother and she him. There was never any fighting. Perhaps a mild disagreement but not fighting. They were on the same page.
The most important thing my father taught me was that your family and loved ones come first. You do whatever it takes to take care of them and give them what they need. He wasn’t a demonstrative man when it came to emotions but I never once doubted he loved me very much because of his actions.
Another thing he taught me was to always believe in people and expect the best from them. He believed people were inherently good. He was forever fixing people’s cars — even if they didn’t have the money in hand. He knew they needed that car to work and would pay him when they could. He had faith they would do what they said.
He also taught me to look at a problem with logic and a clear head. He wasn’t big on making decisions from emotions. I would often bring my problems to him and in just a few seconds, he would lay out a plan on what I should do. Ninety-nine point 9-9-9-9 percent of the time, he was right.
He also wasn’t big on worrying about things you had no control over. To him, it was wasted energy. I remember him telling my mom quite a few times to just forget about something because she didn’t have anything to with how it would turn out.
One last thing I will share is that he taught me you don’t run out of gas when your dad owns a gas station (especially just a few blocks from said gas station); cars require oil, water, gas and other fluids to run (if I had all these things covered and my car quit working, it wasn’t my fault); and if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.
Rest in peace, Roger Briggs. Know that you are missed every single day. Love you, Dad.