I wanted to write this post for Fathers Day, 2011 . . . the first Fathers Day without my Dad because I’m absolutely sure that there are daughters all around the globe missing theirs also . . . whether it’s the first or 31st one without them . . . it just doesn’t matter. They are missed and loved each and every day that goes by . . .
No matter what I did, good or bad, he never wavered.
He never raised his voice to me although the stern – firm – look was all that was needed to straighten me up very quickly.
He was always there when I needed him the most and even when I didn’t.
He taught me morals and values and taught me right from wrong, good from evil.
He was a great provider – never wanting for anything.
He’d show me his Korean War pictures at my request and answered my curious questions and told stories about that far away land.
He’d place cold wash cloths on my head when I was sick.
He’d help me with my homework, although he couldn’t understand why I couldn’t understand math and history.
He’d help my friends out when their cars would break down.
He’d helped me move several times, saying this was the last time.
He’d laugh at all my jokes with tears streaming down his face.
Us kids always teased him about wearing only black – brown – blue and gray and the black socks he’d wear with his so-called “shorts.” Boy, could he take a joke . . .
He’d take me to church every Sunday.
He’d cut out articles in the newspaper if he thought I needed a dose of advice that he wasn’t an expert on.
He taught me to always be honest and work honestly hard.
He taught me to always be different and unique, and not to be a follower . . . I was the only kid out of 5 that he named.
He’d drink a beer with me every now and then.
He didn’t get in the way of my boyfriend choices.
He’d let me fall and fail, but reminded me to get back up . . . with my head up.
He taught me to love the Lord like there’s no tomorrow.
He helped with every one of my career goals from selling sweepers to writing on the Internet.
He taught me that if I wanted respect I had to give and earn it first.
As you can see, this list could go on and on. This is just the tip of the iceberg of the man my Dad was…
God must have known what he was doing when he gave my Dad to me . . . The bond we had could never have been broken. I trusted him with all my heart and soul. He was the only one I looked up to for advice. He was my rock. He was my strength.
When he got older and had his stroke, the tables turned . . .
He trusted me. He looked to me for comfort. The greatest blessing God could have ever given to me was that my Dad needed me for a change and I was more than willing to step up . . .
I know my Dad passed away knowing he did well with me . . . and the rest of us kids.
My Dad loved 3 things totally: His family – his church and anyone who needed him.
So daughters, I know how hard this day is for us. To be totally honest, I’m having a hell of a time . . . But take this day and remember what your Dad meant to you. It won’t bring him back, but it sure feels good to remember.
Below is a short video I want to share that really wraps up what a Dad means to his daughter in a very simple – innocent way.
In closing, God bless all the Dad’s out there on your special day . . . and remember this quote;
Fathers, be good to your daughters. You are the god and the weight of her world.
No doubt mine was…
Watch the video below . . . Enjoy.
Please share your memories of your Dad below . . .