Father's Day

Father's Day is in a week. It is a bittersweet day for me.

I had the best dad in the world. He wasn't great at fixing things. He did not have any special skills. He wasn't rich. But my dad made me feel important and that is why I loved him. He listened to me and when he looked at me I knew he was looking at me and that he was proud of me for who I was.

My dad would sit and read to my daughter for as long as she said "please", she would trail behind him to the garden and he would give her the world if he could. My dad was the type to help anyone who needed it without thought of payback. He rarely spoke a word in anger or haste, never against someone. When caught sleeping in his rocker he would just chuckle and say "yup, guess I was asleep"! He could laugh at himself better than anyone but you always wanted to laugh with him.

I wish my dad was here but he has been gone many years now and although my daughter was too young to hold onto many memories of her Grand Dad I know that his love for her still exists as does his love for me. I will try to live my life in the way he would be proud.

PS; Daddy, I know I don't do so well on that one topic that you and I disagreed on the most, but I've never seen her the way you did. I hope you can pass me a little more of your patience. Love, Deb