This past week a special celebration took place in New York City. The award for “Father of the Year” was given to a very famous ex-President. Former President George W. Bush was named the Father of the Year on June 18th and his daughter Barbara was on hand to present him with the award. During the ceremony he let the crowd have a inside glimpse at his life, reading from a book that he wrote about his father, George H.W. Bush, he said;
“I also learned of unconditional love. It’s one of the greatest gifts a dad can give a child, which leads me to a fitting reading I’m about to do and a practical one. Fitting because I’m about to read from the book that I wrote about my dad. Practical because I’m retired and I hope people buy it. It may be a little confusing for some up here to know that not only can I read, I can write.”
He also discussed the very personal battle that he had with alcoholism and how his daughters helped him overcome.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t think I would’ve quit drinking had it not been for being a dad. You see what happened to me was alcohol was becoming a love and it was beginning to crowd out my affections for the most important love if you’re a dad and that’s loving your little girls. So for me, fatherhood meant sobriety from 1986 on.”
What a great story. Reminds us very much of another President who once won a “Father of the Year” award. Way back in 1957, President Ronald Reagan was named Screen Father of the Year!
His adopted son, Michael Reagan, gave a beautiful eulogy after his father passed away back in 2004, here’s a bit of what he had to say.
Ronald Reagan adopted me into his family 1945. I was a chosen one. I was the lucky one. And all of his years, he never mentioned that I was adopted either behind my back or in front of me. I was his son, Michael Edward Reagan.
When his families grew to be two families, he didn’t walk away from the one to go to the other. But he became a father to both. To Patti and then Ronnie, but always to Maureen, my sister, and myself.
We looked forward to those Saturday mornings when he would pick us up, sitting on the curve on Beverly Glen as his car would turn the corner from Sunset Boulevard and we would get in and ride to his ranch and play games and he would always make sure it ended up a tie…