OT A tribute to my father on Father's Day
Awww that made me cry. My dad died 5 years ago. We got into a really bad argument 2 years before he died and dad said some really horrible things to me and I didn't speak to him for 2 years till the week he died. I was with my dad the day he died and I got to say everything I wanted to say. My dad then asked me and each of my sisters to go to several different stores and pick something up for him (we each went to a different store). While we were gone, he died. I don't think he wanted to go in front of us. I wish I wouldn't have lost that 2 years with my dad :(. If you still have a father and you are reading this--cherish the moments that you have.
Sonja
Thank you all for your kindly response to my Dad’s little short story. I loved reading about your experiences as well. My mother still lives she is 95. My father gave all he had until there just wasn’t anything else to give. He never had much in life. Never a new car or the truck he always wanted. If he had anything mostly it was old and worn out. But if there was anything his wife or us boys really needed he would go through hell to get it for us.
He was a tough old cowboy. Road broncos in the rodeo. Worked in high construction walking steel beams hundreds of feet in the air in all kinds of weather long before there were safety nets or other gear. He was fearless and honest.
He was always ashamed that he was uneducated and made damn sure his boys got an education. My brother and I both graduated from college. I have an MBA and my brother was an investment banker and a millionaire many times over so his dream for us came true. Unfortunately he only lived long enough to see one of my daughters and one of my brother’s children.
My wish for all of you my friends on this Father’s day is, if you still have a father here on earth. Just give him what he really needs and that is just your love. A big hug, a kiss, and I love you dad is all we really need. If you are not on good terms with your dad, you be the one to say I am sorry and love him. Sometimes us old guys just can’t let our pride go. Someday if you don’t do it, you may regret it.
I am so thankful I had that last evening with my dad and that we could once again tell each other how we felt in our hearts of hearts. Thank you my friends for reading the ramblings of an old father, grandfather and would you believe it great-grandfather. I have been so blessed.
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