Brett Jolly’s Daily Thought (My first, biggest and best blessing)

In a world where a “lot” of kids don’t even relate to their parents, I have a father who has ben such an integral part of my life. I know the stories. I have heard them so many times. Many kids don’t even know who their father is. Mine was not only in my life, but he taught me all the things that I needed to know to survive. Yesterday was October 15, and yesterday was my father’s 86th birthday. ¬†Today he cannot stand up. He cannot walk and he has been bed ridden for years. However, his spirits are good, and his mind is still sharp, and he also recognizes his blessings. His greatest love is his family, and most of us were there for him yesterday. It was a touching moment. Everybody sang “Happy birthday” purposely off key (way off key), and it was such a beautiful event. When I was younger I had all sorts of questions for my father, and I used to wait to see if he would give me an answer that I disagreed with. ¬†All of his responses were perfect to me, and as a young boy I needed to hear that from him. He coached our baseball team (We won a couple of championships) and he was friends with Martin Luther King, Leon Sullivan and Coretta Scott King. We have pictures of him with former presidents Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, Jimmy Carter and a much younger Hillary Clinton. He may not be what he once was, but he is still my dad (and that is more than enough or me). Not many people get to live to 86 years of age, and we are so ecstatic that he is still here. I realize that not everyone is blessed to relate to their father the way I relate to mine. I am not saying that this makes me better than others, but it does make me feel more confident about myself. Nothing can replace the love of a father who is a major part of your life. I know this for a fact. Today I want to pay homage to him, and let the world know that I love my father. Thank you so much for checking out my Daily Thought, and as always I wish you the very best that life has to offer.

Elton Jolly, my father