Warhol once said, “In the future, everyone will be world famous for 15 minutes.” I’ve spent my entire life trying to figure out how I was going to leave my mark, my signature. How will the world know that I was here? What will be the Legacy of Ed? I’m nominal, at best when it comes to sports. I can barely hold a tune in a bucket. I don’t play an instrument. I don’t have a best selling novel floating around in my head. Forget business ideas, and I’m not really all that altruistic, so servitude is out.
Six years ago this January, I finally got it. I realized in a single moment on a snowy winter day, how I would be shaping the future, changing the world around me. My epiphany.
January 18, 2001 at 3:54pm I became a father.
“And the clouds parted to cast a true shadow.” My idiotic quest for personal glorification died that day as I then came to realize it’s no longer about me. My life now has purpose, focus and meaning. My children are my world, they mean everything to me. And I know now that my legacy, my signature is them.
Father’s Day is supposed to be about honoring dad, recognizing his sacrifices and his greatness. I think it should be about the kids. You guys are my reason, my purpose and my joy. And let’s face it, without you Father’s Day would really be just another Sunday in June.
Happy Father’s Day, guys. I love you.