Dad

I have posted lately about getting spanking paddles for the man in your life in Father's Day. But now that the day is here, I want to get serious.

I want to wish everybody happy Father's Day. And add a short tribute to my father. He was a wonderful dad. He wasn't the type who said "I love you,'' but he showed his love. So much so that my younger sisters (I was the cherished only son) said I was spoiled and referred to me as "The Prince.'' Hey, it's not bad to be the prince.

But my dad had one shortcoming. Like some men, he didn't like to go to see the doctor and so when he got prostate cancer, it wasn't diagnosed in time and he died of an illness that can be survived if diagnosed early enough. He was 77 so he still lived a good life but we could have had more time together.

He died at home after being in a coma like state and when I got home from out of town, he wasn't able to acknowledge me, but he kind of stirred and died that afternoon. It was like he felt he could go now that I was there. Maybe it was just a coincidence. but it chokes me up just writing about it.

As a result, I go for annual checkups and even had a biopsy a couple of years ago (it actually felt good with all that lube, LOL) and it was negative.

So my message to all the men reading this is to get annual checkups. They can cure many things if they are discovered early enough. And eat more fish and less red meat and drink less. Remember two drinks a day should be the max.

And to the women reading this, if the man in your life doesn't go for annual physicals feel free to suggest to him (or even nag him) to read this post. He is risking spending time with you and the kids and grandkids if he doesn't see the doctor.

Well, enough of my lecturing. And, Dad, I still miss you even though you've been gone for over two decades.

FD