Your daddy gave me the most precious most beautiful most delicate most ambitious gift in the world. You.
Your daddy was kind and patient and loving and like the rest of us he was flawed.
Flawed in a way that gave him courage
Flawed in the way that drove his ambition and desire to do better by all his children.
His flaws were his fuel.
He didn’t hide them (like your Mommy) in fact he had a way of stuttering through them when we would talk. He owned them.
And by owning them he’s teaching me from the ancestral world to own mine and to stand with my imperfectness always with a desire to do better and to be better.
Your daddy loved you.
You were born on July 23. You were born on His Imperial Majesty’s birthday and and as a Nyah Binghi Rastaman your Daddy held his shoulders extra high. Proud.
I often wonder what goes through your mind on Father’s Day.
Just know that daddy is holding you on this day and every day as you show the world the greatness that lies within you.
So don’t feel lonely on this day.
Don’t feel alone.
Your life is the fulfillment of all he ever desired.