Father's Day.
First of all, Happy Father's Day to all the "Dad's" out there. This is a pretty special day for you all, so I hope that you are celebrating and enjoying being the center of attention.
My own father is in heaven, and I'm sending a special "Love You Dad" to him in hopes that he knows that I love and miss him every single day of my life.
Dad was pretty spectacular. He had this warmth about him that just made you want to hug him all the time. He loved to laugh and when he did, his belly shook (think Santa Claus).~L~ He liked his beer and made some pretty tasty home-made wine! Potent as hell though! ~L~)
Like my mother, he lived for his family. He worked hard to put food on our table and to clothe us. He was always busy putting in long hours on the farm, but never too busy for family. Sunday drives were the best thing ever and I looked forward to them each week in the summertime. Checking the crops, getting lost on the back roads, and maybe ending up somewhere for an ice-cream cone.
Whenever Dad went to town, we (anyone at home at the time) usually got a treat. I remember him coming home on Saturday nights with a bunch of beer, pop, candybars and settling in to party - which usually consisted of watching TV (Gunsmoke, Carol Burnett, All Star Wrestling -Dad's personal favorite!) and munching on mom's popcorn. Really getting in to the groove of it would be if Ron and his family came home - then Ron would make homemade fudge! Yum!
Dad was never the disciplinarian of the family - but if he had to get involved - you'd better look out. Blaine even remembers that when "Grandpa shook his finger, you'd better take cover." ~L~ I only remember one time when Dad got angry with me - and it wasn't the anger that bothered me so much as the look of disappointment in his eyes; it nearly killed me. I vowed to never again to disappoint my father.
I see his love of family in my two brothers, Ron and Terry. They have a tough exterior but they are really marshmellows! (Don't tell them I said that!) The more I look at my older brother Ron, the more he reminds me of Dad (physically and characteristically).
Both of them have raised fine families - good kids - who carry on the values instilled in them by their fathers and my father. Ron & Terry worry that they've "done enough" to make sure that their kids have what they need to have a good life. I can assure them that they have. They've given them unconditional love, and what is more powerful and inspirational than that.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there - but especially to my brothers Ron and Terry. In case you two don't know it, you're pretty special in my book!
My own father is in heaven, and I'm sending a special "Love You Dad" to him in hopes that he knows that I love and miss him every single day of my life.
Dad was pretty spectacular. He had this warmth about him that just made you want to hug him all the time. He loved to laugh and when he did, his belly shook (think Santa Claus).~L~ He liked his beer and made some pretty tasty home-made wine! Potent as hell though! ~L~)
Like my mother, he lived for his family. He worked hard to put food on our table and to clothe us. He was always busy putting in long hours on the farm, but never too busy for family. Sunday drives were the best thing ever and I looked forward to them each week in the summertime. Checking the crops, getting lost on the back roads, and maybe ending up somewhere for an ice-cream cone.
Whenever Dad went to town, we (anyone at home at the time) usually got a treat. I remember him coming home on Saturday nights with a bunch of beer, pop, candybars and settling in to party - which usually consisted of watching TV (Gunsmoke, Carol Burnett, All Star Wrestling -Dad's personal favorite!) and munching on mom's popcorn. Really getting in to the groove of it would be if Ron and his family came home - then Ron would make homemade fudge! Yum!
Dad was never the disciplinarian of the family - but if he had to get involved - you'd better look out. Blaine even remembers that when "Grandpa shook his finger, you'd better take cover." ~L~ I only remember one time when Dad got angry with me - and it wasn't the anger that bothered me so much as the look of disappointment in his eyes; it nearly killed me. I vowed to never again to disappoint my father.
I see his love of family in my two brothers, Ron and Terry. They have a tough exterior but they are really marshmellows! (Don't tell them I said that!) The more I look at my older brother Ron, the more he reminds me of Dad (physically and characteristically).
Both of them have raised fine families - good kids - who carry on the values instilled in them by their fathers and my father. Ron & Terry worry that they've "done enough" to make sure that their kids have what they need to have a good life. I can assure them that they have. They've given them unconditional love, and what is more powerful and inspirational than that.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's out there - but especially to my brothers Ron and Terry. In case you two don't know it, you're pretty special in my book!
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