By Georgia Osten
…has come and gone. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention all the wonderful Dads I have the pleasure to know. The first to acknowledge is my own Dad, George Irvin. He was a striking man, I have his eyes and so does my son. GI died when I was only nine. He was in a plane crash in Alaska. I wonder what my life would have been like if he hadn’t left my Mom and I so young.
I met my husband clearly by chance. We met here in Crystal Beach. He loved my two year old daughter first. She would come home from the store a sticky mess.
Sure enough, he began spoiling her long before he knew me. When we married, she would wait up for Daddy to close the store and bring her an Ice Cream Sandwich, her treat!
We had two more children after Mama & Bop kicked us out of the store and out of Crystal Beach and into the big world to have “real lives.” And we did! We were transferred to California and then to Louisiana, and then back to Texas. After retiring, we came back to our roots and haven’t regretted a single move.
I cherish the other Dads in my life, they are super heroes. My son-in-laws, Paul and Michael, are exceptional fathers. Paul has two, I call them The Olders, Michael has three, I call them The Middles. My daughters made excellent choices. Their Dad made an extraordinary role model.
My son, Matthew has the three we call The Littles, oh what a handful! My daughter in law made an excellent choice as well.
They’re all precious and I am so blessed, we’re all blessed.
Happy Father’s Day to all you wonderful Dads out there, we respect you dearly.
[June-22-2020]