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Happy Father's Day!

Happy Father's Day, Dad! I've never been one to favor the other terms of endearment such as Daddy, father, papa, etc. I know you're half-way around the world but you're always close to my heart.

I'm proud of you. Hell, I'm proud to be your son. So much so that I've intentionally molded myself to be a direct reflection of you but not be a clone. Imitation is the finest form of flattery. I am the man I am today because of your parenting with Mom. I hope you know that.

I realize I'm not a father myself, or made you a grandfather while I know would be a thrill for you without a doubt.

However, if I ever find myself in a situation that I'm interacting with children, whether they are strangers or friend's, I launch into a parenting type of role, because that's what you would do. As an adult, I've learned that it's my responsibility perhaps obligation to parent.

What do I mean by the term parenting / parent?

I mean be like you. A family first type of man. And family is defined by who I designate regardless of  blood and marriage.
  • To be the best co-worker, friend, partner, brother and son, I could possibility be. 
  • To value team and group work, because you'll always need someone's else help in the long journey of life. 
  • To understand that if you can help someone that you should because in your darkest hours perhaps that help will come to you (it might not) 
  • To be loving, caring, understanding, patient, tolerant, kind, courteous, thoughtful, brave, courageous, always striving for the win (solution) 
  • To be accepting of the loss, leveraging my strengths yet minimizing my weaknesses, let diplomacy, and decorum preside over hostile confrontations.
  • To be ready to fight for what's right or fair, realizing that I am a small cog in the machine of life so my actions maybe insignificant and have little impact in the community, social circle, or village I live in, at least it's indicative of me.
  • To be my best whenever and whatever.

To my Dad, Charles C Bayne, I love you so much. Happy Father's Day!

Your son
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