Happy Fathers Day!

Good Morning and Happy Fathers Day! It’s a beautiful day to reflect on all things that pertain to dad. Where would we be without our fathers? Good or bad, absent or present we all made our way into this world with the help of a Father. Now, for many of us (like me) our biological fathers didn’t raise us. However, I give my biological father big thanks for removing himself out of the way, so that someone who was more qualified for the job of raising me could step-up.

I was raised by an AWESOME man; my father was perfect almost to default. He did everything a father does to show a child that he is absolutely, positively in love with his kid. My memories of my dad go back to when I was little and he and I would go on camping trips with my boy scouting troop. See, the interesting thing is that my dad was not really a “camping” kind of man, but he did it because he knew that it was something I wanted to do. Many of times he inconvenienced himself, to see me smile. Fast forward a few years to my teen years, where I began to be a handful (yes that’s right, I was a handful). I remember moments where he was SOOOO disappointed in something I said or did, that he would just give me this look, which was enough to send breakers through my soul. However, he would never let his disappointment keep him disconnected from me. So I completed high-school and decided that I wanted to see the world, and made a few moves in the world that he was NOT at all pleased with, but he never stopped me. I think he silently knew that I had to get out and do it on my own. However, I can promise you that not a Sunday afternoon went by where I did not get a call from home.

My dad was not only my dad, but he was looked to for spiritual guidance from members of his congregation. Yes, I am a P.K (Preachers Kid). I never thought about how hard it was for him to be the spiritual leader of two houses, filled with people who depended upon him for guidance, love, and leadership, I know it was hard but he never let it show. The only thing my dad was NOT was a plumber! I remember one time he tried to fix the line that goes from the sink to the ice-maker. My mom and I left home that morning for a shopping trip and when we returned, water was gushing from under the front door of the house. I remember that we got new carpet, because he didn’t want to spend a few extra bucks to hire a professional to install the ice maker. J

In August of 2002, my father, Herbert Ivy Benoit, passed away. Although he is not physically here with us, he left a legacy behind. He was a great man; he had a passion for living, and a desire to be of service in ANY and every way possible. I learned a lot from my dad, most importantly I learned the importance of GPS.

In the spirit of my father’s love and kindness, I extend to you my wish for a very happy father’s day!

Kindrick