Happy Fathers Day, Dad.
The day is here. What memories do you have of this day? Do you remember a kindness that you and your father shared? A secret you cherished, one your siblings did not know? An ice cream cone he bought you? Playing catch? Your Dad meeting your date? The hug he gave you. Teaching you to swim, ride a bike, read a book…….?
I was my Father’s caregiver the last couple months of his life and I think it was the closest we ever were in our lives. Since that time , Fathers Day means more to me now than when he was alive.
Share a thought with us or just post him your wishes.
I have many memories I could share but just to start his day off, here’s a one of the good ones.
Perhaps the most lasting influence my Father had on me was his involvement in the Union (first picket line at 8) and the Democratic Party (first election at 9), and a “need” to help improve working peoples lives. But on to a story….
This story has to do with a gift my Father gave to me. A gift I am quite sure he never knew he gave me.
My dads work required him to be on call all the time, we never knew when he would be working and when he would be off. When I was in high school I was involved in sports, one of them being “Track & Field”, one of his H.S. activities.
On certain days my dad would get off work, and instead of going home (or to the bar) he would stop by either my practice or a meet. I would be occupied in the practice, look up and just happen to see him there talking to my coaches, or if it was a meet, catch a glimpse of him cheering me on, there on top of the fourth corner. Nothing was ever said later and I never told him how much it meant to me. Such a little thing. But it felt as if he was saying “I care about you- I’m proud of my son.” I have thought about that for many years and it always gives me a warm feeling. Just that little gesture. Unknown to anyone but me.
I know fathers Day is highly controversial and I apologize to anyone I may have offended.