My father was in the hospital with his final illness, unable to communicate, just waiting on heaven.
During one of the long night watches my sister asked the chaplain to sit with her, and started telling all about our dad. (We call him 'Daddy' and make no apologies about it)
The chaplain commented with sympathy that he sounded like a wonderful man.
And suddenly my sister realized that SHE was the one feeling pity.
Pity for the chaplain and others like him who would never know this gentle, tender, loving man.
In honor of Father's Day, I'd like you to meet my Dad.
He was worth the knowing.
Circa 1920
Bad Boy/Snappy Dresser Years
The Daddy/Binoculars Man Years
The Grandpa Years
The Final Years
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| He's the blond in the sailor suit with the tilted eyes |
Bad Boy/Snappy Dresser Years
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| Looking all Bad Boy |
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| Making Good Cooking Look Good |
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| Ah- the Wringer Washer Hat |
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| Showing off socks with Cousin Marlene |
The Daddy/Binoculars Man Years
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| According to the date, a month before my birth. The parakeet is no relation |
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| Mom, Daddy, Little Prude already looking disgusted, Big Sis |
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| Mom, Dad, Little Brother & Sis, the Ubiquitous Binoculars |
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| Again with the Binoculars |
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| A teacher who influenced hundreds of students (binoculars present but out of sight) |
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| Support for the shaking bride- both of us trying not to cry |
The Grandpa Years
The Final Years
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| SMILE DADDY. I LOVE YOU. |
3 comments:
Really loved walking through time with you this morning. Thank you!
What a great collection of memories! Thanks for sharing.
You are blessed to have wonderful memories of your dad, Anita!
Sooooo, are you going to explain the binoculars? Was he a birdwatcher?
Blessings,
Tammy ~@~
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