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~~~ A mother shows the child the
mountain and a father shows the
child how to climb it.
Our son Tim called home from Iraq today to tell me Happy Fathers Day. He told how the temps have hitting a high of 120 degrees.
With the thought of my son and father on my mind, I would like to share a story I wrote about them both. God bless, Bill
Lessons from my Father
It was a day that held more emotion than all of the 19 years before it. The day spent with my son made me so proud, then a short while later, the trip home was very hard to bear.
Our youngest son Tim had joined the Army shortly after his 19th birthday, and he had asked if I would take him down to the recruiting station to drop him off, saying, I could watch him being sworn in if I wanted. I told him, “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world.”
The trip down to the recruiters was over before we knew it. Time had passed through our hands quickly as I tried to tell him every important thing (at least to me) I could think of.
After we got to our destination and Tim was checked in and we learned the meaning of the phrase, “hurry up and wait” We were told, it will be a while before the ceremony would begin. Tim and I decided to wait in the main auditorium. The room had 30 to 40 men and women; most were close to the same age as Tim and most, like us, were waiting.
A young lady sat down by Tim and struck up a conversation, asking where he was from and where he was going. Tim answered her questions, then introduced her to me. She replied stating, she wished her mom had come, telling how they gotten into a big fight before she left home, it was all about her joining the Army. Her voice sounded very dry and rough and I knew they hadn’t parted on the best of terms. She needed someone to be proud of her, I wish I would have told her, but it was not the right place.
The delay passed and before we knew it, the new recruits were taken into a small room for their swearing in. There were not as many parents there as I expected, but I was proud to join the group as an observer.
The commander explained the swearing in, and the oath they were about to take, asking the soldiers if they were there of their own free will. All answering, “Yes Sir!” He then asked the group to hold up their right hand and follow him, repeating the vow to serve our country.
As I looked at each soldier, every one of them meant every word, every word! The service took my breath away and they all knew what they had just committed to do. I kept saying to myself, “Dear Lord, give them strength!”
After the group was released, many like Tim and I took the time to take a few photos. It was those photos that would help carry us for the next eight weeks, till we would be able to see him again, at Fort Knox, KY, for his graduation from boot camp.
The ride home was one of the longest of my life, being all alone with my memories was the hardest parts of this day, and one of the toughest moments of my life. I felt like I had just given my son away. Question after question filled my mind. “Had we taught him all he needed to know? Did he listen? What is he going to be like when he is all done? Did he know how much his mom and I loved him?” This was my little boy! We watched him grow up, now suddenly, he wasn’t mine anymore. Yes, he was still part of our family, but we no longer helped control his decisions. He was still our youngest son, but no longer our little boy. Today he was quickly becoming a man.
It wasn’t until Tim arrived in Iraq, six month later, I would get the answer to several of the questions that filled my mind on the long road home from the recruiters. The answers came through an email Tim had sent me at work. The email read,
Hey Dad,
I got a special coin today from our Lt Colonel for fixing a generator while we were on a 3-day mission. We had Mechanics who couldn't even fix it, so I stepped up and said I would try. I found the bad wiring under the control panel and fixed it. It started right up! They asked how I knew how to do that and I told them my dad was a mechanic. My sergeant said, well I guess he taught you well.
So I just wanted to say, “thank-you” for always making me stand out there and help whenever something broke, even though I really didn’t want to.
I guess they really needed that generator so we could continue on our mission; so fixing it was a big deal. That is why they gave me the coin. This is also a big deal because I'm only the third one in my company to get one of these coins. Well I just wanted to tell you that I miss you and I hope things are going good.”
Love Tim
I sat at my desk thinking about the many lessons my father had taught me, and remembering how he was never afraid to try to fix anything.
Today the lessons from my father worked through the hands of my son, a half a world away and I have never been more proud.
Thank you Dad!
Today your grandson made us proud!
William Garvey
I AM VERY HAPPY TO SAY THAT I BORN INTO A FAMILY FILL WITH LOVE FOR EACH OTHERS, MY FATHER, WAS A VERY HARD WORKING MAN WHO ALWAYS TRY TO GIVE ALL OF HIS FAMILY, ALL THE LOVE HE HAD TO GIVE, A HOME, CLOTHINGS, FOOD,AND ALWAYS WOULD TEACH US ALL LOVE, RESPECT, FOR ALL FAMILY, RELATIVES. FRIENDS, ALL MAN-KIND AND WOMAN-KINDS AS WELL, AND ALL PUBLIC PEOPLES, CHURCH, PRESDENT OF UNITED STATES, JUST ALL PEOPLES IN GENERAL. MY MOTHER AND HE HAD GREAT LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER AS WELL, AND WE ALL KNOW THAT WHAT WE HAD TO DO WITH OUR'S LIVES AS WELL, AND WE ALL DID TOO. THEIR WERE 9 BOYS, AND 2 GIRLS IN ALL. DURING THE 2ND WORLD WAR IN THE U.S. OF AMERICA, 5 OF MY BROTHERS WERE IN THE ARMY SERVICES, 3 IN THE NAVY, AND 2 IN THE AIR FORCES, ONE OF WHICH WE LOST IN THE NAVY DURING THE OKINWA IN 1944, SO MY PARENTS LIVE AND FACES THINGS THAT ALL PARENTS DO IN LIFE. SO WE ALL FELL BLESS BY OURS PARENTS AND THEIR LOVE FOR ALL OF US TOO. NOW WE ALL OURS PARENTS AND DOING THE SAME THINGS THEY DID FOR US WE ARE DOING FOR OURS FAMILIES AS WELL. GOD BLESS ALL THE FATHERS THAT OUR OUT THERE DOING THE SAME FOR THEIRS FAMILES AS WELL. I AM THE ONLY DAUGHTER LEFT IN THIS FAMILY, SO IAM VERY BLESS WITH A WONDERFUL HUSBAND, AND 4 WONDERFUL SONS, AND 3 DAUGHTERS IN-LAWS AND 8 GRANDCHILDRENS AND MANYS NICECES, AND NEPHEWS AS WELL, I THANK THE DEAR LORD FOR ALL OF MY BLESSINGS AND I WISH YOU ALL THE BLESSINGS OF THE LORD. GOD BLESS ALL. MARIE
I just wish I had good memories with my dad but I don't because all the Fathers Day I had were for the most part horrible because from very young I watched my father dying from a severe stroke.
He was very Austrian and never ever said the words I love you even when he could speak he was always busy working and when he came home he wanted things and NOW. He was not loving to us young kids but he was more loving to my oldest sister that is all I would see.
Because of is illness we ended up having to leave where we were born and had to come to the United States to live and it was horrible because the United States didn't know how to take care of Americans but they knew how to take care of the Cubans that invaded the United States so I really didn't have good memories at all.
Dear Sweet Miss Martha, today is very hard for me. I had a father that beat me, sexually abused me and all the girls in my family, so for me, fathers day means little or nothing to me. I was raised by my father & step-mother, in which both of them sexually used & abused me. When I married 40 years ago my marriage was pretty good in the beginning, but I'm sorry to say, my husband sexually used & abused me also, what am I to think? I guess it's true about scorpio men. I thought it was just an old cleche about men born under the scorpio sign, but it's not! Sorry to all you women married to scorpios, I do hope & pray your's is better than mine! My only son was born under that sign too, but I don't know much about him because when he was 17 he moved to Sweden & has very little to do with me.(well, that's my fault). So today is FATHER'S DAY, Our Father In Heaven. He is the one I turn to when I need fatherly advise, he gives me comfort way into the dark bleak nights. So for those of you who were fortunate to have Good & Loving Father's I commend you & your Father's! My seed donor father passed in 2001, I attended his funeral, but was overjoyed with his passing, now he is answering to his maker, God, Our true & only Father! I'm truly sorry for my bitterness, but life is too short to live in HELL. I've been in counseling for many years, but I can't (or maybe won't) forgive & forget. So to ALL you Father's that love & adore your children, you know that they are a wonderful gift. So children, cherish those Father's that say "I Love You" & they really mean it. To All you Father's cherish the greatest gift of all, your child. I never once heard "I love you" from my father. Tell your children, "I Love You" often, they can't hear it enough! To you children that are fortunate enough to have a loving & giving father, tell them "I Love You too" often! God Bless Father's big & small, let them be there when you fall! From a very sad & lonely old lady.
Dear Mrs. Martha,
Please send me again on my e-mail. Thaks.
Dear Martha,
I am blessed to have a Dad who loved all my 9 siblings and myself. When we were children We someone was sure to buy Old Spice Some body else would buy him the ugliest tie that no one would want to wear. Someone would buy him salted peanuts. Lastly there were the many odd gifts they made in school
My dad was a good guy. The day after father's day he would splash on the 'Old Spice' and put on the ugly tie. He would place the peanut jar into his lunch bag and fill his brief case with the many odd hand made school projects. When he returned from his job. Everything would be gone. He would then thank each of us for our gift to him. He would say our name at the kitchen table and we stand when he called our name and he would tell us why he loved the gift each of us gave him and why he liked this gift and he would always end with a positive remark about each of us. When each of us had been named we took a moment to clap for each other. This ment the world to me and my other siblings. It always nice to hear a positive remark about ourselves. Each of us would feel special and loved.
When my last sibling turned 21, my dad had asked all of us to come for a cookout on Memorial Day. He wouldn't except any excuse why we couldn't come and he finally had the whole crew together. Before we had the food sizzling on the grill, he asked all of my siblings and myself to sit down. He then told us that now that we were all adults he finally was able to tell us what he wanted to say for years. He told us that on Father's day that he didn't want any Old Spice because he hates the smell of it. He didn't want any ties because he was retiring and we all had an inability to pick up a tie that any -one would want to wear. Lastly, now that we were out of school he kept one school-made gifts each of us gave him. The rest he threw away because there was'nt anywhere to put them. We were adults we could give him gifts that an adult would want. We all understood and as we were standing up ready eat, he told us all to sit. He asked that all the in-laws and grandchildren come over to the picnic table and sit. He then called out a name and each of us stood up and he proceeded to tell each of us something positive about ourselves. My father has ten chilldren 8 inlaws and 31 grandchildren and he had something wonderfully unique to share with each of us. When we all headed to the food, my sisters and myself began to discuss how touching it was for him to show each of us how loved we are. We had our grown-up gifts ready and waiting,yet none of these gifts measured up to the wonderful praise he had share with us all. We were poundering on how to give to him the love and encouragement he gave all of us. I had mumbled these words when my nine-year-old neice said that she had an idea. She sat next to Dad and said "Papa, do you know what I love about you?"
"What?"
"I love to visit you on my worst days."
"You do? Why?"
"Because you always have such nice things to say"
"That's because you are all my words say that you are." My Dad said.
"Papa, you don't understand. When you say nice things to me, You don't always say that I am pretty or I have beautiful hair,like most people do. You say important things. You know, the kind of things I need to hear when I have my worst days. You tell me that I am very smart and creative and I know what to do. If I am couragous enough to listen to my compassionate heart." Papa, those are the words I like to hear on my worst days."
My Dad smiled and said "You are what you. You're a strong,compassionate,and couragous enough to know that nobody has permission to treat you as they chose to. Sometimes I forget this and you remind me. This is what I love about you. Happy Father's day, Papa."
"I am truly blessed." he smiled.
My nine year old neice understood what my father most wanted for Father's day, he wanted to know he was loved and a story as to why."
Every Father's day we have a cookout and after we eat, the stories begin. We are so lucky to have him as our father-in-law, grandfather,and our wise old dad.
WELL I LIKE TO SHARE THAT I NEVER REALLY MET MY FATHER.BUT I AM AWARE OF ALL THE GREAT THINGS HE HAS DONE FOR ME.AN EVEN THOUGH I'VE NEVER SPENT ONE WITH HIM,TO THIS DAY HE'LL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART. HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO ALL THE FATHERS OUT THERE.
This Father's Day, like the last several, is special to me. I was the only girl, my father's "Baby Girl" even at 45. He was a quiet man but full of life and sparkle. He worked every day of his life untill retirement at 62. Though he and Mom sometimes had tiffs, they never seperated, called names, or tried to trun one of us kids into their ally. We were raised with morals, a strong work ethic and lots of love. I Miss him a lot and can only hope I've been as good a Mom to my kids ( I had to play both Dad and Mom to them all through their teen years) as he was a Dad to us.
I will always remember my dad. My dad died 13 years ago. He was never sick, and when he died, I tried to give CPR but it was too late. I tried to save my dad, but God took him. His funeral was on my 30th birthday. I will always remember my dad because he was the best ever. He was a pastor of our church,( two weeks before he died we celebrated our church 20th anniversary), a wonderful father to 6 girls and one boy. My father loved our mother and he loved his children. My father worked hard for us, my mom didn't have to work because she had to take care of us, but when God called him into the ministry, she took on a job for 2 years to help pay off the building. Our family was a very close family, we ate dinner together every night, on Saturday mornings, my mom would cook a big breakfast, we would eat and retire to the family room and we would talk about all sorts of things, and he would get the Bible and he would read and teach us about the God's way for us as his children. On Sunday's we went to church together. Oh how I miss those days. So much has happened since his passing, but one thing that I will never forget and that's his dedication to the church that he so much loved and his love for God and all the many miracles and blessings that God manifested to him that I had the pleasure of witnessing. I have since become a dedicated Christian and I model myself after him. I have one son, 20, and his father has never been a part of his life, especially since our divorce when he was 5 years old. His father tries to be apart of his life but whenever he attempts to show consern, he always feels like my son owes him for bringing him into this world and humiliates him each time. My son has given up on him. My father was a big part of his life. During each father's day, he remembers my dad as though he was his because he was the only father figure that showed him love like a father should.
For all the father's out there, HAPPY FATHER'S DAY. Charish every moment you have with them as lng as they are alive. I did!!!!
My dad was the greatest! He was the father of 8 children, 4 boys and 4 girls. I was his sixth, a girl. He loved us more than anything. I remember laying out in back yard with him and looking up at the stars as he told stories, and laying on the floor listening to the St. Louis Cardinals baseball games. He played board games with us and sat and listened to me play the piano. When I was 19 and had my first child, He became very sick with cancer and I saw him go from a handsome, strong man to a skeleton that had to be carried to the bathroom. I prayed and truly believed that he would be healed. But one night the angels came and took him home at the age of 50. I was stunned, broken-hearted, and angry at God. For a month I went through the motions of taking care of my baby, but nothing else mattered. I couldn't stand to listen to music because it hurt so bad. One night, I had a very vivid dream. I saw my dad in heaven. He was strong again and looked so happy. He was standing in front of a hospital nursury full of babies. He beckoned me over to look at all the babies. He told me God had put him in charge of selecting babies to be sent to parents on earth. He pointed to the second row of naked babies and said he had selected that one for me. I saw that it was a boy and I said, "But Daddy, you know I want a girl this time." He said, "Oh, but this one is so special. I must send him to you. He will always be with you and take care of you, and I won't have to worry about you anymore." (I was his child who had rheumatic fever and nearly died when I was 9 years old. He was always so protective of me.) The dream ended and nine months later I gave birth to my second son. All my sorrow left me and I was filled with joy! Now I have three sons, and he is the one who has never left me. My other sons live in other states, but he lives in the same town as me. I think of my dad always, but especially on Father's Day. And I thank my Heavenly Father for the miracle of that dream and healing my broken heart.
My father left us for another woman when I was in High School and never looked back at us.My mother never taught us to hate him but instead tried to fight for her right to his love which he totally disregarded. Despite of what he did to us, I never hated my father because he was such a good dad and to a certain extent was a good husband to our mother. I remember him taking good care of us whenever our Mom is taking the day off to spend with her sisters.He was a disciplinarian and spoiler at the same time. Years after he left us, we accidentally met but I was indifferent to him at that time even if there was no hatred in my heart. I ignored him because I just could not understand why he was able to turn his back on us at a time that we needed his love and his guidance the most. I eventually learned that the saying about time healing old wounds is really true probably because we had so much love coming from our mother and her sisters and brother who never failed to show us that they cared. Our mother was our rock who almost single handidly brought us up to be what we are today but from our father, we learned to be financially independent and to work hard to be able to reach our goals in life without his help. And because of that I truly thank him. The last time I saw my father alive was when my half sister called me up to say that he was dying and wanted to see us one last time. We came to see him and it was a sad day.We forgave him for what he did to us and we also asked for his forgiveness.I really miss him and upto this time wonders what will growing up with him around be if he stayed with us. I guess I will never know except that I know he was so proud of my accomplishments because he always talked about it with his other children and even with his old friends.
Last Wednesday was the 15th anniversary of my dad's death. He and my mom were married 58 years,and for the last 10 years of their life together, she was bedridden with complications from diabetes, heart disease, and crippling arthritis in her knees. We were able to keep her at home, because my dad was always with her, nursing her daily, never leaving her side, except when he was in and out of the hospital himself, undergoing cancer treatments, and having emergency surgery for an aoertic anuerism. He made her breakfast, (and lunch, if none of us kids were able to be there to help) sorted out her medications and administered them. He took her blood pressure and temperatures, and measured her urine output, keeping daily logs to let the doctors know the status of her failing kidneys. He sat with her while she read, napping in a recliner near her bed, which we kept in the living room so that she would not miss out on anything. They gave 9 of us children life, and always mourned the loss of one brother before his ninth birthday. We kids helped out when we could during the day over those ten years. One sister lived with them, caring for them at night. But Daddy was the one devoted to her every minute. We learned from their example daily about love, our Faith, hard work, kindness, devotion, patience, and especially laughter. Someonce told my dad once, "I'd like to have children, but I can't afford them." My dad reacted in his typically outspoken, and eloquent way by answering, "You can afford your pets, your vacations, your boats...you can afford anything you damned-well want bad enough! I want my kids." And we knew we were what he lived for. There were 6 girls and 3 boys in our family, and he told me once , "All of my girls are beautiful, but none of you is as pretty as your mother." We knew we were loved, becaused he loved our mama so deeply. He was not a saintly man, by any means. But he did not drink, he worked every day of his life for his family, and his idea of happiness was to be with all of us, in his own home.
Mama told me once, "He's sicker than I am. He's just here to take care of me." For eight months after her death, he gallantly battled cancer, not wanting to put us through the pain of losing him so soon after her. Only after we told him he could go to her, did he give up his fight. I miss my dad every day of my life, and will love him for eternity. Happy Father's Day Daddy.
I am the eldest of eight children. I was daddy's girl and one of his favorites. My father and mother separated several times during the years while growing up. Only because of his philandering did my mother have him leave the house. She loved him almost unconditionally although adultery she could not tolerate on so many occasions. He drank and beat her during those late nights coming home after his excursions. Finally, he was moved out of the house during them summer after 7th grade. 8th grade was such a transition for me. I came back to school that year a different person. My siblings did not know what completely this all meant since my mother did not make the change a noticeable one. She was very subtle about the whole thing and had him remain in our lives. Only he was not consistent with all of us. Some of them were not his favorites and he neglected them from time to time. For that I resented him. Periodically, he would pick up the first four for picnics, festivals, church and other social gatherings. Other times, (esp. as we got older and had our own friends) he would take the younger four. But most times, he took only the few favorites. We were poor and on welfare but no one would know it by looking at us. My mother kept us very clean and presentable. She brought us up well. She stayed at home to raise us alone. She instilled values and good morals in us all. She had no favorites. Loved us all unconditionally as well as my dad. As time went on she maintained a relationship with the only man she loved. My dad. It was good to see them get along. At times, even laugh together. She accepted his lifestyle and remained devoted to him and us children. As I grew up into adulthood I could not understand how and why she would tolerate that life. She would only say, Della you will understand someday. He continued on with his adulterating lifestyle while she stayed home. Eventually, three other women noticeable came into our lives over time since he had children with them. He now has 14 children. Five women with these children including my mother. Only ten of his children were legitimate since he was married before he married my mom. My baby brother now has a half sister his own age. My brother, the eldest of us eight, died from an overdose of alcohol and pills prescribed to him for depression after my mother passed away in 1988. Today is the first Fathers Day we all spend without him. Not even a phone call to wish him happiness nor going to see him with a gift well needed. You see my dad died last month on May 5th, 2008 on Cinco de Mayo. He always loved Mexican music and dance. My children are half Mexican. My writing to you is to give you what my mother taught us-"To love unconditionally and never let go of the ones you love. For someday you will regret it and it will be too late. Life is short and when that special someone enters your life, let them know they are special. Hold them close to your heart and always try to find happiness. Stay strong and keep praying. Just know that God has a plan and you will be blessed when you do good- it always comes back to you when you do good."
Those were my mom's words. Now they are together again. I want to say to my father that I love him. I forgive him for all the things he hurt us doing. I forgive him for making me his favorite and for leaving my sisters out of good solid direction and advice when they needed it/him. I forgive him for not being there for my brothers. They had to see a school counselor for "big brother" issues when my dad wasn't around. This counselor molested them (we found out later and then he died). I forgive him for not showing up at my wedding after my husband went to him to ask for my hand in wholly matrimony. I forgive him for telling me to lie to my mother while he had an ongoing affair. And especially, I forgive him for hurting my mother so many many times. Both physically and mentally. I forgive you as she did. Today I want to say how much I love you and miss you. God bless your soul. Your 1st daughter, Della
its a year since my father died.we weasn,t speaking for years.i seen him 2 times before i died.he asked for my forgiveness,which i forgave him years ago.happy fathers day dad.my boys father and i are devorced.happy fathers day to all of the fathers out there.enjoy your childern,love them and be there for them.
My dad passed away on the 3rd day of November 1993, that is now 14 years and I still misses him alot. He was awonderful dad who took care of his family. My husband is such a wonderful father and I know that there are a lot of wonderful fathers out there. I pray the Lord will bless you all as you continue to be the fathers you are.
I want to thank my dad with all my heart. I'm 28 years old and newly married. As much as I want you to bring me at the altar on my wedding day, it didn't happen. I haven't seen him for 7 years. I know he's alive and I believe he never forgets us. We, his children grew up with him, molded with great values and God fearing. We had so many cherished memories. I will never forget you Dad, though you can't hear me or see me now, I want you to know that I am proud of you. I love you so much dad. You are the best ever.
My father walked out on us when I was 13. He was an alcoholic and a drunk. He was unfaithful to our family and only came home when he needed money. My father died a few years back. Due to the lack of a father I have a brother in prison. His 4 children no longer have a father in the home. My sisters and I have struggled in our relationships and my sisters are both alcoholics. Me? Well I married a drunk who spent 15 years beating me. My father spent some time with me and my siblings before he died and I saw his suffering and he saw ours. He had alot of time to contemplate during and agonizing and painful last couple of years. Having said all of this I would like to say happy fathers day dad!!! I say this with love for I know now that my father understands his errors and is sorrowful for what he has done. Through all of the trials and tribulations my father never forgot one thing. He always said I love you and I am proud of you when we talked or saw each other. I wish my siblings had heard these words. ( I was daddys girl.) I could spend the rest of my time here feeling angry and denied. Most would understand. However I choose to believe that as limited as his skills as a father were he made those few moments in our time together very precious. For this I am grateful and thank God. For where would I be if not for those few moments. Please take the time today and everyday to say I love you Dad and I am proud of you!
Missing my dad
Sarah
My Dad passed away suddly in 1988 at 68 and now I am 65. He will always be remembered and was the greatest. He was a preacher and farmer, he preached the Sunday before he died just like be here always but God has His own timing for everything. Love You Dad
Happy Father's Day to everyone! God called my dad home last month. My mom is suffering greatly because her dad is gone as well as her husband. I am in my 30's and my mom in her 50's but, we both know that he is in a much happier place then we are. He helps to watch over us from heaven. God Bless all the good fathers in heaven and on earth!
Linda
lm Annie from Malysia age 44 have two kids.Fathers day which l would say is a sad day in my life every year cos when l was only 9 years old my father passed away cos he had a stroke and after some time in my life came this wonderful man who married me for 17 years and God took him away from me five years ago in an accident and my children face the same thing about fathers day now.They feel sad their father is not around on fathers day He is in heaven watching us and also my father. So l always tell my kids we are not lucky to have fathers. Anyway May God Bless all the fathers in this world without them life is so hard and sad.l had a very loving and understanding father and my kids had the most wonderful father in this world but God took them from us very fast. One day we will meet them when time comes.Happy Fathers Day to All the fathers in this world.Be good so that you are remmebered even when you are not around in this world.
My dad passed away very suddenly on December 7, 1972. That's such a long time ago. He was a quiet and humble farmer who never served on a board or was never president of any organization. He was only 55 when God called him home, and I was 30. Dad gave his life to Christ when he 47, and I had the wonderful privilege of baptizing him into Christ. He was a wonderful example of what a gentleman should be. As a young boy I didn't particulary notice that he took off his hat when a woman approached or when we happened to meet a funeral procession. Dad would stop the car, get out, take off his hat, and hold it to his chest until the procession went by. He treated our mother like queen There was a time during my adolescent and teen years that Mom had serious issues with depression. When she would act out and yell at him, he never yelled back. He would simply shake his head and leave the house for a while. He was kind and generous to a fault. He did have a hot temper when provoked enough and could turn the air blue with profanity. However, after he gave his life to Christ, that stopped. I learned the hard way not to push him too far. I look back on these 35 years, and I still miss him. There is still that empty place in my heart every Father's Day. He truly loved me and my sister. He did his best for us. I know where he is, and I will see him again.
THANK YOU MARTHA: THIS ONE IS VERY SPECIAL MY DADDY PASSED AWAY 1YR AGO JUNE 7 2007.THIS FATHER'S DAY FEELS LIKE THE FIRST.I WAS WHAT I CALLED "A DEATH FOG SYNDROME".LAST WHEN HE DIED.SORRY I CAN'T TALK ABOUT RIGHT NOW.SO, THIS ALREADY MAKES THE SECOND DADDY'S WITHOUT HIM. MY DADDY WAS A WONDERFUL MAN!!FOUND OUT MORE WONDERFUL THINGS ABOUT HIM! YOU KNOW IT'S FUNNY HOW YOU FIND OUT ABOUT PEOPLE BETTER AFTER THEY DIE! I WISHED WOULD OF SHARED HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS! HE HAD QUITE FEW!! SOME PEOPLE SAY YOU SHOULD BRAG. BUT YOU KNOW I WOULD OF LOVED TO HEAR ALL STORIES BEHIND THEM. SO FAMILIES PLEASE SHARE WITH YOUR CHILDREN ABOUT THINGS!I TOOK CARE OF MY DADDY FOR 27 MONTHS AND DID MY VERY BEST WITH VIRTUALLY NO SUPPORT FROM NO-ONE.ALSO TOOK CARE OF MOM(STILL AM) MY BROTHER AND MY 16 YR. OLD DAUGHTER. I HAVE RAN THREE HOUSEHOLDS FOR THREE YEARS AND IAM TIRED.FINALLY THO' I KNEW WHEN MY DAD PASSED THAT WHEN I WAS STANDING AT HIS FUNERAL I WOULD FEEL DAMN GOOD CAUSE HE KNOWS, GOD KNOWS,I KNOW AND SOME OTHERS KNOW THAT I WAS ONE THAT TRULY LOVE MY DADDY AND WILL ALWAYS!! SO HAPPY FATHER'S AY TO YOU DADDY. I'LL SEE WHEN I GET THERE LOVE YOUR DAUGHTER KATHY
A lot to think about and many things needs to be done if people can come such an advance issues related tothe importance of parentsin our day to day running. thank you very much for recalling that .
Best regards
Tasia.
To Jan - I am not sure where you are but I know men and women named Jan here in America - I even know a man and woman who are cousins and both are named Jan - Also in the USA we have Mother's Day the 2nd Sunday in May and Father's Day the 3rd Sunday in June - i know in Mexico Mother's Day is May 10th (always) and I don't know if they have a Father's Day -Where are you from? - From your spelling I'm guessing Canada or Europe (UK maybe?) - I believe we should honor both parents always but a special day is nice too - Happy Father's Day every day
Father is the very supper power for one child whom has no comparison in this world according to his thinking. Father si the very personality who can get every expensive or cheap thing according to his ambisious .Father is the only shield against every danger for him.Father is the staire which tribute him to grow from childhood to mature age .Even one becomes mature but depend on father . One could never forget that time when one walks by holding the finger of ones father.
Offspring remains child for father even in ones old age.
May Allah bless my and every ones father.
Father's day? Now? June?
It's in the autumn (November, I think), and mother's day is the second sunday in March. So things are different.
However, I remember a Diploma I received some 20 years ago from my youngest daughter (then around 10 years young), saying I were a honour member of the Good Fathers' Club. It has a honourable place on our bedroom wall :-)
Here, we're enjoying a series of "TBAA" on one TV channel; today, it was "Birth Mark" where in the end, a baby boy came to the world in the moment his father died. So that baby would probably use the day in remembrance of his father, which he never had the opportunity to see.
(btw; Jan is a man's name where I live)
Wonderful. It is always a real father that is a dad. My mother's boyfriend is the best dad. He may not be my real father but he is the "World's Greatest Dad" to me. My God bless him and all the "Dads" on Father's Day.
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