Fathers Day
My dad was a prince. Funny, sweet, loving. Not perfect, by any means, and not much of a friend to his only son when my brother John needed it most, but there you have it. Worked hard, loved us, provided.
Loved my mother until the day he died, like sweethearts. Gotta love that. Adored his grandchildren. Knew he wouldn't live to see them grow up.
Told me in the vestibule of the church before my first wedding: "You don't have to do this." Knew Mom would kill me if I didn't, did it anyway. Shoulda listened to Dad.
Held his hand the whole night before he died. Watched him leave us forever. Kept my promise to take care of Mom.
Never forgot what it felt like to be loved and protected like that. Never will.
posted by bhd @ 8:32 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
beautiful tribute.
Your father was a blessing. There are precious few people in this world who can speak as highly about their own fathers -- or perhaps the ones who have a sad tale to tell are more vocal. Who knows?
But I'm happy for you that he was a part of your life. I'll bet he would have loved this tribute. I hope he sees it, wherever he is.
C,
I LOVE this picture! You look amazing!!! Is this where you started the strange animal hats?
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