Dad week 2015

As Monday's comic strip indicated, we're putting a bookmark in our current Farty-Troll story-arc to bring you a special request from my father.

For father's day, the only thing my dad wanted from me was to be included in the comic strip again. My dad used to be a regular feature in PvP, recurring whenever my dad said something that struck me as funny enought to be shared with the world. 95% of all of these comics are true. I do re-word things to make the economy of words appropirate for a comic strip, but for the most part, these are real conversations I've had with my dad.

Since we just celebrated father's day, let me tell you a little bit about my dad and why we all look up to him so much.

My father is an immigrant. He came to the states in 1957 at the age of 13. He is the proudest American I've ever met. He served in the army during the vietnam war, although luckily he was stationed in Europe where he went to officer's school and became a first leuitenant. He refuses to apply for any veteran benefits and insists that when he dies he does not want a military funeral.

His mother is a hard case and his father was a gentle but prinicpled man. My father still does his best to take care of my grandmother (who is now in her 90s), despite the fact that she's impossible to get along with. He misses his father who died way too young. He is a perfect blend of his parents. Too much like his mother to admit, and more like his father than he realizes.

My father always supported my wanting to be a cartoonist. He loaned me $1800 without question to reprint PvP #1 because I didn't have enough money at the time. He insisted I not apply for a production job at Wildstorm in the early 90s for fear that doing so would label me as "lesser" than the artist I wanted to become. He told me better to wait and tough it out getting my own work published. Then people in the industry would see me as an equal and not an assistant. 

My father has survived the loss of a wife, heart surgery, prostate cancer, and a stroke. He hid for a while in a bad marriage but found the strength to end it and move on. He's loves life, plays video games, loves Star Trek and Westerns. He cries at the drop of a hat and he laughs deeply and boisterously without shame.

He is a double black-diamond whistler.

I worry about my dad all the time. I worry that he's lonely, and I feel guilt for moving so far away. I want him here so I can take care of him. He insists that I'm crazy to feel bad. He wanted me to move and enjoy my life. "What are you going to do son, stay in Texas and wait for me to die? That's no life."

He'll be here for PAX. He expects you to come to our panel. He'll probably spend some time at the booth and I can assure you that he will stand up to shake your hand when he meets you because that's the man he is.

I tell you all this because I'm going to write some silly comic strips this week that poke fun at the goofier side of my dad. The side we love and hate at the same time. I just want you to know that's not all there is to him.

Happy Father's day, everyone.