Happy Fathers Day to all the fathers out there.
You know, I wring my hands on days like this, Mother and Fathers Day. I see all the commercials and everyone getting ready for these days and all. I can't say that I can share in that, even though my parents are alive and live closeby. I'm just not close to them.
On this day, I think about when I actually sat and talked to my father. I blogged much about that, as it was a really interesting time (See
Crazy Convos with my father and
Face to Face with my father). I had sent him a short letter saying I wanted to see him. I didn't want to impose or anything. It was a good 15 minute conversation at his house, but it felt so much longer. He'd called me a couple of weeks later and said his brother had died. I posted about that, too (see
A Most... Humble Occasion Part I and
Part II)I not only remember the highly entertaining and comical funeral, but most of all...
I remember shaking his hand at the funeral.
And I was so thankful to God that I was able to shake the man's hand. I would have never imagined doing so. The last time that happen, I think I was 10 years old. And I was so grateful to shake his hand some 30 years later.
And I think about that on this day. And like I said, I never want to impose on his life. I just silently say a prayer for him and his life. I go back and I read those posts, and they make me smile.
And I say a prayer of thanks for just having the opportunity to shake his hand.
Happy fathers day to all the fathers out there.
And many more....
Thanks, LadyLee. Loved the post, as it reminds me to be thankful for those who substituted as Dads in my life after my dad passed away in my early childhood. I didn't realize until reading this post that I've never wished him a Happy Father's Day. But I imagine that's what makes life and love of my daughters all the more special. Hmm. You just inspired me to try and describe the feeling in a blog post.
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