June 27, 2015 – Father’s Day

This is a belated Father’s Day post.  I actually celebrated Father’s Week.  It began on Tuesday when Katie, Andrew, Emily, Riann and Reese came over for supper.  We had to do it early since Ann and I were going to be in Dallas on Father’s Day.  After we ate, I played RIANN’S CHA-CHA

for Riann.  She and her Annie danced and swirled and laughed.  That right there was all the Father’s Day I needed.  I don’t need gifts.  Cards are nice.  The phone calls are really nice, but seeing my granddaughter dancing to the song I wrote for her made my day complete.

Saturday morning it was off to the river for the night to get up for Samantha’s baptism Sunday Morning in Dallas.  It was a wonderful service.  I can’t think of a better Father’s Day gift.  She behaved beautifully.  Caroline was a little wound up, but what two year old isn’t?  CAROLINE wasn’t back from the studio yet.  I wish could have played it for her and seen her face.

When we got home Sunday night Griffin called to tell me happy Father’s Day.  Griffin doesn’t have a lot to say on the phone, but that topped my week off.  When I first played GRIFFIN’S GONNA GETCHA for him, the imaginative, creative, thoughtful Griffin only said, “But I wear nice clothes!”

People ask me when I’m going to write songs for Samantha and Reese.  I guess I need to get to know them a little better.  It’s coming.

That brings me to my father.  I think of him on Father’s Day, as I do on most days.  There’s not Daddymuch I can say about him that hasn’t been said.  I dedicated SHAKY MAN to him.  I think that says enough.  It goes like this;

Shaky Man is dedicated to my father, Dr. Bobby E. Parker Sr. (1925-1999). He was the president of the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor in Belton, TX, for twenty years.  Daddy was a lifelong educator, devoted to the advancement and enrichment of all.  He was especially active in securing education for minorities, regardless of race, creed, color, or gender. He never met a stranger. He was my CoachDaddy. He leaned on many a ballpark fence.

That about says it all.  Happy belated Father’s Day to all you fathers out there.