My dad plans on retiring at the end of this week, which began by us celebrating Father's Day together. The holiday and the momentous occasion of his retirement after a very long career gave me reason to reflect.
As a kid, my life was defined just as much as my dad’s by his swing shifts. When it was a 3 to 11 week, dad made it a point to wake up early to man the cereal bowls and see me off to school since I wouldn’t see him when he got home; when the shift swung to ‘daylight’ or 7-3, dad was usually in good spirits, able to mow the lawn and make dinner after work. When 11-7, or ‘midnight,’ came around, I remember that my dad’s work week started on Sunday nights, and he spent many of the daylight hours attempting, but failing, to catch up on the sleep he lost from being in front of the #9 rolling mill all night. It was through this ever-changing lens that I came to know my dad.