It is very clear to me that Ringler was Dad's second family. In fact, I would venture to say that he felt as close to some of his co-workers (if not closer) than he did was some of us kids. That feeling of safety and love was always evident during the D&K Fishing Trip, and even more so this year during the 35th anniversary and Steve memorial. From the special CD photo montage to the rub-on tattoos, I was floored at how well this man was celebrated. Talk about leaving a legacy!
What became most remarkable, however, upon leaving Kevin's apartment in Chicago yesterday, was how much this trip was all about him. It was a chance for him to shower us with food and drink and then watch us run around like children (no matter our true age). It was a weekend without the moms to divert their attention off of what he most enjoyed - relaxing in a circle of like-minded guys and having his kids all to himself. After all these years, I finally now see the melodic orchestra through the clamorous fanfare, the balance amidst the seeming chaos. The point of D&K is exactly in the name: It's about being a Dad to your kids, in the most unadulterated location, and with a loving fraternity to assist in the fun.
I look forward to the day I repeat the 8-hour journey to Holiday Acres but through the lens of a father. I can't even speculate what that scenario would feel like. I'm sure it is pretty fantastic, as evinced by my peers who are now proud dads and who were perfectly happy just hanging around their toddlers in lieu of drinking heavily with us childless, older kids. The annual trip is going very strong (75-80 folks this year), and I see no diminution in site.
Thanks, Dad's second family, for loving us kids as much as your own. Take care and keep in touch.
