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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Bad Daughter

For those of you totally out of touch with reality, today is Wednesday. Father’s Day was Sunday—3 days ago. If I was a good daughter, I would have made this post Sunday. Instead, in the seemingly continual state of never catching up, I’m posting it today. So for a little bit, let’s all just pretend it’s Sunday, shall we?

My father is a remarkable man. Few people alive today have experienced half of what he has. The Depression. World War II. Being a POW in World War II. Have one child predecease him. Watching the other child battle cancer. Those are the downers, and while they shaped him, they did not break him.

He has had a number of “careers” in this lifetime. In no particular order: Printer (back in the days of typesetting), Locksmith, Ordinance (Bomb) Inspector, Furniture Store Owner, Emergency Medical Technician, B-17 (plane) Navigator, Police Reserve Officer, Management Analyst, Gunsmith, Prison Guard, Airplane Mechanic. Not bad for a man who “only” possesses a high school diploma.

There wasn’t much he didn’t know (which was frustrating in the extreme to this teenager); and what he didn’t know, he took measures to learn. Until I was well into my 30’s, there was very little he couldn’t fix. Up to a couple years ago, not one plumber, roofer, electrician, painter, carpenter or mechanic ever set foot on our property to do a job.

He was an older dad (40 when I was born) before the days it became trendy. Not that that got in the way of things. We did lots as a family—camping, hiking, playing together. He (and my mom) were always there for everything—recitals, concerts, softball games, track meets, girl scouts. You name it, I could always count on looking out in the sea of faces and picking out my dad.

He and I have had a difficult relationship through the years. Our personalities are too similar, I suspect. He’s 86 now, and is showing down. Way down. It’s so hard watching this previously vibrant, active man now shuffling across the room and needing help to do even simple things. But that’s all part of the life cycle, I guess.

If you can’t hear it in my description of him, let me state that I love this man with all my heart and soul, and I am eternally grateful that God assigned him to be my dad.


At 9:05 AM, Blogger Abigail 1870 pearl said...

How richly blessed you are. Give that man a million + 1 hugs and kisses! He's earned every one.

Thanks for sharing:D

At 9:20 PM, Blogger JulieLoves2Knit said...

How wonderfully said - I'm lucky too - my Dad is still the greatest man I know - irritating at times - but what a Dad!!


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