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.

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kesmarn
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B’ito, what a great idea for an article. I was celebrating with “The Dad” out of town yesterday and was off line, but I hope it’s not too late to throw out a word of appreciation to the human roller coaster who is my father. Always interesting, never boring, sometimes a complete “rock,” sometimes a verbal knife wielder — completely unpredictable, but always the “object of my affections” — there’s no easy way to describe him. He himself had a bumpy start. The first son of Hungarian immigrants — he held “favored status” in the household. But he seldom felt… Read more »

choicelady
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Thank you, bito – what a wonderful thing to read on Dad’s Day! My father was a very wonderful man for a thousand reasons. He was not as present in some ways as I’d have liked when I was little, but that had everything to do with the fact that he’d learned he had Parkinson’s Disease at age 34. Adjusting to the probability that he would die too soon and be incapacitated was pretty much all-consuming. The docs told him to take it easy, but it drove him nuts, so he started exercising every day to keep flexible. He lived… Read more »

escribacat
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What a bunch of great posts. I have to say I’m quite envious of many of you. My dad was one of those old school types who mostly just minded his own business and let my mother take care of the family. (She was very cranky about it too.) Every once in awhile he’d show some sign that he was proud of me but I think even those basic feelings embarrassed him. Like his ancestors before him, he was a dreamer who always thought he was going to strike it rich with a gold mine. He was also a funny,… Read more »

Pepe Lepew
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I can relate to being envious, but Bito made a good point, that there is a good side to being a dad, and that’s where I count my blessings.

AlphaBitch
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AlphaBitch

Thanks to everyone for sharing. My daddy died some 20 plus years ago, and I still miss him terribly. He taught me everything. Some of his lessons were: – Don’t ever lie. ALL bad things begin with a lie. – Not everyone can be smart, but everyone can be good. (He didn’t expect my sister or I to make As in school, except in conduct. We HAD to make a B or better, or we suffered through a six week grounding until our grades improved. I was traumatized by my older sister’s ordeal, so I never made a bad grade… Read more »

Khirad
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It was interesting to hear my dad talk about his dad a little today. A house mover, my dad grew up relatively poor. It instilled in my dad, I guess, that while my grandpa was a hard worker, and came home aching and beaten, he still had a hard time paying the bills. It instilled in my father, I guess I figured out for the first time, what he passed on to me. That the “work hard and you’ll succeed” mantra of the right isn’t just false, it is offensive. Of course, through education and hard work of his own,… Read more »

Mightywoof
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I love your story about the little brat you were – but we all were Khirad, it’s what kids do 🙂 . I was a terrible brat and one day, in my 30’s after watching friends deal with their brats, I called my Mum and apologised to her – I think Dad’s (and Mums) need to hear sometimes that we’re OK now, as adults, and we recognize all they did for us and what they had to put up with. Your Dad sounds kind of special – and it is hard to watch them age and to hear the tick-tick-tick… Read more »

Pepe Lepew
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My dad was such a hard-case and died when I was a kid, so today has always been awkward for me, to tell the truth.
But, I did get a Viva Mexico soccer scarf today! 🙂

Khirad
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Heh!

Pepe Lepew
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What’s the “goat” reference about?

Pepe Lepew
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PS — Kiwigirl was *quite* ecstatic this morning!

Khirad
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The All Whites against the Azzurris, I would’ve thought a massacre. The Kiwis have much to celebrate.

Pepe Lepew
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I do think New Zealand has an unfortunate name :), but it’s apparently a play on the “All Blacks.”

Khirad
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Yeah, it’s a play off their rugby team nickname, but I hadn’t even thought of it like that until you put it that way! :1ol:

Oops, I guess massacre could have a different meaning then!

Mightywoof
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Thanks for your story Bito – what a treasured memory for you to have. Ah Kalima – the love you have for your Dad shines with every word you write about him and I won’t even say ‘treasure your moments’ because I know you do. My Dad has been gone for 5 years now and I miss him (and my Mum) very much. Dad was, in the manner of English Dads of his era, a very remote man – discipline and hugs was the woman’s job and the man only ever stepped in when the children were being particularly fractious.… Read more »

Kalima
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Your story touched me too Mw and I’m so sorry that you have lost them both. I remember when I was 6 years and had just started school, this wonderful man picked me up, threw me in the air and said, “Call me Daddy.” It was my first English word along with “yes” and “no.” I did call him Daddy and have from that day on. One year later he married my mother and started adoption proceedings. I can’t thank him enough for giving me his name and his love. He will be 88 in December and guess what, to… Read more »

Mightywoof
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*sniffle – looking for hanky now*

Kalima
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Oh Mw, here, I have a spare box, help yourself. 😳

Kalima
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Touching story about your father bito, thank you.

I’ll be calling mine in another hour on Skype, we always lose the video less than halfway through. We laugh and curse a lot.

I’ve sent him an ecard for Father’s Day, he doesn’t know how to open a link. We might get cross as I try to explain what he has to do in order to see his card.

Before we say goodbye, I will say what I always say when we sign off, “I love you Daddy and thank you for everything.”

Blues Tiger
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