Thursday, February 26, 2009
Spot on A Father's Love
~Today is my father's birthday. He died just before Christmas in 1992. I still miss him terribly.Above is the picture taken the day my parents brought me home from the hospital, 22 days after I was born. I was a prematurely born baby. The picture below was taken just before my father walked me down the church aisle and gave me to my husband. I went from my father's home to my husband's home. Note, I said "father's home to husband's home", and nothing in-between. ~Our family had many trials and tribulations, but I remember a father who was protective of me, and loyal to our mother in spite of all the reasons in the world to leave her....looking back, I do not see how he handled the chaos and sadness she brought him, and still kept himself sane and remained a loving father. I am thankful he was faithful and steadfast and loyal. Those appear to be rare traits now. ~My father was a veteran of two tours of duty in the Korean war, and two tours of duty in Vietnam. He was a person who made me feel safe, and loved. We disagreed on many things in our lives, but in spite of that, he was truly interested in hearing my opinions, and he was truly interested in our children and the every day things they loved. A year before he died he told me he was proud of me and pleased with the way our children had been raised and were growing up. There was no finer gift he could have given me and I am thankful he expressed this before it was too late. ~I remember his birthday with love and sadness, and if he were still alive I would give him his usual and favorite box of Brach's Chocolate Covered Cherries and a chocolate cake which he would take a BIG slice of, put it in a bowl and cover it with milk and eat it with gusto! ~"We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon those we love."
Madame De StaelBlessings: a father's love