To all you Dad’s, past, present, and soon to be, Happy Fathers Day! What a wonderful gift we receive from you 365 days a year. Whether it’s a good morning smile, hug for support, smile of encouragement, you’re there for us, by phone, skype, text, face to face, or in our hearts.
I’m sharing a post I wrote in 2012 about my Dad. When I read it again today, I’m comforted by the fact my memories of him haven’t changed. In fact, thoughts of him still bring a tear in my eye and a smile on my face.
My father passed away in 1991, 5 weeks before my son was born. I have such wonderful memories of growing up. My parents were older when I was born. I am the youngest of 3 and have 2 older brothers. Dad was the hardest worker I’ve ever known. He was an engineer by day and at night and on weekends he built the house I grew up in. He did everything; wiring, roofing, flooring and plumbing. I think the only thing he hired some help for was the fireplace.
We grew up on a little 5 acre farm with a large garden, a barn with silos and a huge front yard. It was so big that my dad coached little league baseball on it. We had cherry and apple trees. I picked gooseberries, raspberries, boysenberries and strawberries. I loved it when Dad pulled a carrot from the garden, wiped the dirt off and handed it to me to eat. We baled hay, made hay forts and played hide-n-seek in the dark. We slopped the pigs and fed the chickens.
As the years rolled by the barn, the animals and the fruit trees went away. The one thing that remained constant was the garden. My dad was born in Wisconsin, homesteaded in Montana and married a farmers daughter from Scotland. Growing vegetables was in his blood. His garden was a work of art; the rows were lined up perfectly, there was never any weeds or rocks. In fact, hubby and I said our wedding vows standing in front of the garden.
Dad was an honest soul who found humor in every situation, respected and had the respect of everyone, and was an extremely giving person. He gave his time to the Lions helping with various community projects, coached little league baseball teams, built a Boy’s and Girl’s club. He baked the best pies and he would tell you so too! His love for books passed on to me. We could sit in the den together for hours, both of us reading books, and never say a word to each other. I was and will always be his baby girl.
I remember bringing home stray animals that I found hurt on the side of the road. I remember one particular day I brought home a cat that wasn’t hurt, only stunned. I had just seen West Side Story and before I walked through our backed door I’d name the cat Hava. Dad was irritated with me one minute and the next thing I new he’s tucked Hava into his shirt and was walking out to the garden with her.
An incredible man, a beautiful soul. I will celebrate him in my heart today as I do every day. Happy Fathers day Daddy. I love you.
To my own hubby, you are a wonderful father and for the kindness and sharing you showed my father I will always be grateful. Thank you.