Father's Day
June 17th, 2009
I don’t know what it is not to have my dad, but from my experience, having lost my wife, I want to encourge those of you who are approaching Father’s Day for the first time without your dad. I have found that the few days leading up to a special day, like Father’s Day, are tougher than the actual day itself. We’re almost there – hang in there – it’ll be okay! If any of you would like to write about your father on this website, please feel free…
June 24th, 2009 at 5:29 pm
I survived another Father’s Day, almost. I was doing fine until they did the little Father’s Day Drama at church. While someone played the piano and sang the song, “Cinderalla”, there were three sets of fathers and their daughters representing the three different stages of the song. They acted out the song and each one danced with their daughters. Let’s just say I wasn’t the only one sniffing when it was over. I could hear the sniffles all through the congregation when it was over. It brought back a lot of memories I had of my dad and how he was always there for me when I needed him. It was a very moving part of the service Sunday.
June 24th, 2009 at 7:06 pm
Sounds bittersweet – I hope it was more sweet than bitter – sounds like it was… It reminds me of the popular song by Luther Van Dross, Dance With my Father Again – if you’ve not heard it, when you’re in the mood, you might really like it… Thanks for sharing!
August 13th, 2009 at 12:05 pm
Father’s Day wasn’t a problem. Today is – this is the ‘tough one’. Today is Daddy’s birthday. He was born on Friday the 13th & that date facinated me as a child. I wondered if being born on that ‘unlucky’ date had ‘fore-shadowed’ his lot in life. He was the last born to a large, poor family and his birth was not welcomed. It made him a hard, but determined. When he saw that the love of his life would marry another, he struck out to another state for work, then to the armed services. Then Life threw him a curve – he did get his ‘love’…and her child by the 1st husband – me. My first memories, starting at age 2, were of him. He was hard and, being a child, I explained it to myself by comparing him to God, in that ‘God was angry when He was young, too, just like Daddy’ and, like God, he mellowed ‘in his old age’. [my 'child's view' on the difference in the Old & New Testaments]. I wish I had told Daddy that story before he passed – he would have laughed.
Today is my true ‘FATHER’S DAY’. Happy Birthday, Daddy. I miss you.
Your ‘Jem of the Family’
August 13th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
I love how you signed your name, ‘Jem of the Family’! Happy Birthday to that significant man in your life, your father figure!