Feeling Blessed on Father’s Day
Posted Sunday, June 16th, 2013
I have much to be grateful for on Father’s Day.
My Dad, William Armstrong, was born in a covered wagon near Boulder, CO, in 1900. He died in 1959, when I was 15, and while I have very fond memories of him, I missed out on the opportunity to truly get to know him after I became an adult.
But I was blessed to have had a second father figure, my Uncle, Arvin “Suds” Selquist, who was born to Norwegian immigrants in 1897. When my Dad left, Uncle Suds stepped into the void and was there for me until he made his transition in 1979.
Both of them made major contributions, each in his own way, in helping me to get started on what has been (and continues to be) a wonderful life journey. I am grateful for the roles they played in my life, and I miss them.
But the cycle of life continues, and I’ve been blessed by the enormous privilege of being a Father (and now a Grandfather!) myself. My two children, Andy Armstrong and Amy Armstrong, are bright beacons of light in the world who inspire me with their wisdom, their life choices, and the courageous ways in which they both are dealing with life’s challenges.
And for almost five years now, I’ve been learning to be a Grandpa. I never knew any of my grandparents, so I have no models to follow in playing this role. But Easy and Cedar are my teachers and joy-bringers, and because they live nearby, we’re able to spend time with each other almost every week and continue the lessons.
I remember thinking, after becoming a parent, that doing so took my understanding of the meaning of love to an entirely new dimension. And the same thing happens as the next generation comes along, as well. Love is what it’s all about, and I’m grateful for the continuing opportunity to experience it and understand it.
Much love to all of you.