Reading the personal glimpses into times spent with Dads and father figures has been a treat for me. Please join me in delighting in these mini-stories of loving greetings and remembrances.
*** My father taught me to see the beauty of this world. He demonstrated the nobility of architectural creativity and the humility of everyday, common sense, be yourself living….no pretentions.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad, in the other world.
*** Father and Daughter at the museum.
*** Dear Daddy,
I always knew I could count on you to be there for me, I remember my first trip to the public library with you and how exciting it was and being read to and reading so many books from your library and learning about people everywhere, many who were very different from anyone I knew, and sharing your compassion and acceptance, and interest in foreign and exotic, embracing the differences, going with you to many places, parks and creeks and trees, being by the stream, nature and museums and book stores and farmers markets and Chinatown and delicious food. I guess Saturday was our day. I remember the beautiful silk scarfs you gave me when I was about nine or ten and asking what I should do with them and you said you will find something, I did and I am still wearing scarfs and have the original ones you gave me and every time I wear them I think of you and often in between.
I am so grateful that we shared so much and you just being who you were made all the difference. I thank you for coming to me after your passing 37 years ago and holding out your hand to me and hugging me. I thank you for our recent connection when I asked you for a sign.
I love you!!!
Love Dale Jan and now Willow
*** The family lived in Germany (DOD) during the school year and stayed with my parents for the summers. My Dad, Conrad took a course called “Parent Effectiveness Training” and was very successful in applying it.
I remember my niece Julia was around 4 years old and she had climbed up 6 porch stairs carrying cherries in a huge basket and all of a sudden the handle broke and the cherries spilled down the steps.
She had a horrified look that said she expected to be harangued and criticized.
My Dad looked at her and said, “Oh Well!!” And she answered back “Oh Well!!”.
To this day my husband’s heart races when I say, “Oh Well!!”
*** To my beloved soul-mate-husband Doug:
You are our children’s first tree. They swing on your wisdom, climb on your gentleness, and rest in the shade of your guidance. You were my strength as we birthed them into this world – me wanting to stop, you cheering me on with your Cheshire cat grin – and with each birth, I fell more in love with you, with us. You are a role model for fathers, my love. I am honored to share this adventure with you!
(See photo of Doug)
To my Poppy:
I found my love of words and writing because of you. You taught me how to assimilate and co-exist in harsh, hostile, unfriendly environments; how to practice mindfulness before I knew about Zen; and how to love without recognition. I know your sacrifices for our family altered and matured your character, but your hope and youthful idealism still shine in the blue of your eyes.
To my brother Marty, who, like the knight he is, welcomes the challenge of parenting four boisterous and beguiling boys – all while maintaining his impetuous Peter Pan persona. I love you – and I’m in awe and admiration of you.
*** A very big thank you to the exceptional person and gentleman who has been my father since 1949. Thank you for being you, Daddy. Love, Dena
To all fathers and father figures, may you enjoy a meaningful and compassionate Father’s Day.