We all have different ideas about dad. Some of us dont have good memories, some have none at all. I was blessed to have a dad who allowed me to grow up with the good stuff. The first ball I threw, the first fish I caught, the first time I went bowling or played golf all had dad right there. He died 20 years ago and I miss him. He was laid back and never got excited. He gave me my first real job and taught me the meaning of a strong work ethic. My mom was kind of tough to live with, but dad never let us know anything about it. They were married 43 years when he died.
He was a deacon, a hard worker and a sacrificial father. He went without a lot of life's things to give the 6 of his children memories. He died a poor man if you looked at his checkbook, but a rich man if looked at his legacy.
What would your family write if they were blogging about you today?
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Rick,
ReplyDeleteIt was interesting to read the comments that you made about your dad. They were so similar to what I would say about my dad ... "laid back and never got excited.... a deacon, a hard worker and a sacrificial father" and even the part about living with your mom who was hard to live with and never letting you know anything about it. I can relate to each of those comments and smile about the memories of life with my dad. I think that he knew how much he meant to me - but I wish that I had told him more often. I would encourage anyone with a dad like this to take the time to let him know how blessed they are to have him for a dad.
Thanks for sharing your memories.
Wow! What a great topic! My dad passed in 98, and the next few years were the toughest in my life, as well as my family's. My mom was a real handful too, but it was no secret, she was a wonderful woman, but burdened with emotion problems from all of the baggage she carried from the past. Too long of a story to go into now, but would make for interesting discussion that is for sure. Dad was the rock, he never made it beyond tenth grade, but was the smartest man I have ever met. He was a hero, a Godly man and a family man. He was a strong protector. He taught me how to fish, hunt, play ball, work with my hands, love a family, protect, find answers, think logically, know right from wrong, and most importantly how to know and find THE SAVIOR. When things were frustrating at home he used to have this saying, "Oh Lord, how long?" I, for years, tried to figure out where he got that, and he never told me, until one day I found it, many of the Old Testament prophets used it, Moses, John in Revelation. I still cry at times when I think of the magnificent life changing times that we shared, and for a guy who was only 5'4" tall I have yet to find a man who could measure up to him. Maybe one day I will be as an ant to a man like him?
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