There are men who show up, and there are men who shape you. My father is the latter. He gave me the parameters all young men need – structure, wisdom, expectation, discipline, and love.
The kind of foundation that makes you strong enough to stand in any storm.
If I were to document every jewel he’s given me over the years, I’d need volumes. He is my Elder, my Papa, my King. The source of so much of my strength and clarity. My love for him and loyalty to him comes without question or condition.
He gave me the blueprint. Now, it’s my responsibility to build the house.
Fatherhood is not just about biology. It’s about presence. It’s about being the voice in a young man’s ear when he’s lost, the hand on his back when he’s doubting, the example in front of him when he needs direction. That’s what my father has been, and still is, for me.
As a family, we have been extremely blessed. We have also endured some of the most trying times. I carry each scar with honor. Because they are a testament to my fabric. The cloth I’m cut from is strong, regal, and rare. Because of him.
So today, I write this to salute you, Pops. To honor every lesson, every sacrifice, every quiet moment of strength you’ve offered. Everything I build will reflect the legacy you have given me.
Happy Father’s Day.
And to all the fathers out there – biological, stepfathers, grandfathers, mentors – who are showing up with love and consistency: this is for you, too. Thank you for giving structure where there was none, for offering strength when it was needed most, and for laying blueprints for those who follow. You are seen. You are appreciated. You are essential.
Enjoy your day.
Ronaldo Gilley 