About a week away, so it is time to be thinking about Father's Day. A place to post anything from whimsical jokes about dads to tributes and salutes to your very own.
Or maybe a place to let go of some bitterness from years gone by or join in with other dads yourself who wouldn't trade places with anyone in the world.
And, it would be great to see a testimony or two from your kids or your wives. Writing a note or two about a dad who strolls around on Storm2k.
So, I've stirred up the opportunity. You take it from here.
Father's Day 2003
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Well, my father was *hard* man, always raggin' on me, always on my back, I *swore and be damned* that I would NOT be like him, thanks to my father, I am who I am today. I now understand the reasoning behind his rule of the *Iron Fist* and ya know what? I find myself *just like* my father with each passing day. He taught me how to fish when I was 3 years old, he taught me how to cook, he taught me how to be a *shade tree mechanic*. He has never to this day told me he loves me, he doesn't have to, I know he does.
It's been 1 year and 6 months since I've spoke a word to him (for reasons I will not post here, most of you know the story) Sure, I miss his conversations, his stories of old BUT........I must respect his decision and his wife. Trade him for the world, NEVER!
Dennis
It's been 1 year and 6 months since I've spoke a word to him (for reasons I will not post here, most of you know the story) Sure, I miss his conversations, his stories of old BUT........I must respect his decision and his wife. Trade him for the world, NEVER!
Dennis
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Back in 1995, my dad managed to drive his car to the front of our business, hail down a nearby fellow, and send the message into my office that he was in trouble.
There in the car, dad said he was dying. He looked up to me through the open window for help, rolled his eyes back, and keeled over in the seat.
Those watching from inside the building were signaled by me to call 9-1-1. I moved around inside the car, held his head and told him I loved him. Meanwhile they brought out a blanket for me to rest his head upon in the seat.
As the paramedics arrived, I was about to step out of the car when he flinched and moved. I stayed inside while they approached the vehicle. He began to move some more.
They were able to get him on a stretcher and within 3 minutes were on the way to the trauma center. A friend of mine on the paramedic squad took my arm and assured me he would be well looked after.
I stayed back for just a few minutes...made the phone calls I needed to make, and then proceeded to the hospital.
While the hours were challenging and my emotion got the best of me later that day, dad pulled through and was home in just a short while. No real explanation. Maybe syncopy, they said.
Every day since that day I have considered time with him a real gift. We talk most every week. He golfs most every day in the summer. He's a remarkable man.
At 88, I know our time together is not long, so we laugh about the Chicago Cubs, and we remember days when we chased bad weather together...back in the late 50's, in his 57 Chevy!
This is a great time to proclaim my thanks for so much. My love of weather included.
There in the car, dad said he was dying. He looked up to me through the open window for help, rolled his eyes back, and keeled over in the seat.
Those watching from inside the building were signaled by me to call 9-1-1. I moved around inside the car, held his head and told him I loved him. Meanwhile they brought out a blanket for me to rest his head upon in the seat.
As the paramedics arrived, I was about to step out of the car when he flinched and moved. I stayed inside while they approached the vehicle. He began to move some more.
They were able to get him on a stretcher and within 3 minutes were on the way to the trauma center. A friend of mine on the paramedic squad took my arm and assured me he would be well looked after.
I stayed back for just a few minutes...made the phone calls I needed to make, and then proceeded to the hospital.
While the hours were challenging and my emotion got the best of me later that day, dad pulled through and was home in just a short while. No real explanation. Maybe syncopy, they said.
Every day since that day I have considered time with him a real gift. We talk most every week. He golfs most every day in the summer. He's a remarkable man.
At 88, I know our time together is not long, so we laugh about the Chicago Cubs, and we remember days when we chased bad weather together...back in the late 50's, in his 57 Chevy!
This is a great time to proclaim my thanks for so much. My love of weather included.
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Great topic, Steve! My Dad was a work-a-holic who always
made sure that we had everything we needed (and, wanted,
within reason!). He was a veteran of WWII, a Mason, a
Shriner, and, always tried to help people in need. He had a
wonderful sense of humor, and, I have only the fondest
memories of him. He passed away with cancer on June 13th,
last year, at 89, and, we buried him the day before
Father's Day. This holiday brings back those wonderful
times that we shared with him while he was with us!
made sure that we had everything we needed (and, wanted,
within reason!). He was a veteran of WWII, a Mason, a
Shriner, and, always tried to help people in need. He had a
wonderful sense of humor, and, I have only the fondest
memories of him. He passed away with cancer on June 13th,
last year, at 89, and, we buried him the day before
Father's Day. This holiday brings back those wonderful
times that we shared with him while he was with us!
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I don't care what you guys say. My Dad was the best, the smartest, the funniest, the most giving --- and on, and on and on. I'm sure all of you feel just the same. My Dad was my best friend. When he died many, many years ago, my world changed dramatically. His favorite saying when things went bad was "suffer a little - it's good for your character". When he died, I suffered a whole lot. Then I tried to absorb all that he stood for - kindness, strength, honestly, and most of all family. What a great legacy - What a great man.
I want to be like my DAD.
I want to be like my DAD.
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From what I have seen in you... YOU ALREADY ARE!!!Pburgh wrote:I don't care what you guys say. My Dad was the best, the smartest, the funniest, the most giving --- and on, and on and on. I'm sure all of you feel just the same. My Dad was my best friend. When he died many, many years ago, my world changed dramatically. His favorite saying when things went bad was "suffer a little - it's good for your character". When he died, I suffered a whole lot. Then I tried to absorb all that he stood for - kindness, strength, honestly, and most of all family. What a great legacy - What a great man.
I want to be like my DAD.
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Miss Mary
My dad was great! Gone now, RIP Dad. Father's Day is hard for me. I have Jim to focus on (helping the girls with their gift choices) so that helps. But I will always miss my dad. My parents had a turbulent marriage, no physical violence but lots of screaming and arguing. My dad's approach when the fighting started was to go putter in his workshop. He was a carpenter by trade and built tables and desks sometimes. I wish now my brother's and I had all the pieces my dad made. Anyway, my mom eventually moved out when I was 17 and so I became very close to my dad. I was a daddy's girl you could say. I had many camping trips with him all thru my 20s (with first husband and brothers). Many funny memories of my dad playing cards late at night on those trips....my brothers and I like to laugh now about those times. I didn't laugh for a long, long time though. The pain of losing my dad was worse than my divorce if you can believe that. And my dad passed away just 90 minutes past my birthday (from cancer). So consequently my birthday has never been the same since.
My mom tried thru the years many, many times to put my dad down to us. I believed her until I was in my teens. Then I decided hey my dad isn't so bad and he's actually a very good person. They just couldn't get along is all. I will personally never forgive my mom for that - but I did have about 15 years of closeness with my dad. And for that I'd never trade it! In fact to this day, 15 years later I still pray he's in heaven (since my mom was convinced he'd go elsewhere). I just say Dad, here's one more prayer for ya (after only about 1,000), something straight out of my Catholic upbringing, for fear he's lingering in Purgatory or something. My girls ask me if I believe in ghosts and I say - no but oh I wish it were true. I'd get to see my dad again. You always feel like there was something you didn't get to say. I'd have so much to say.....
My mom tried thru the years many, many times to put my dad down to us. I believed her until I was in my teens. Then I decided hey my dad isn't so bad and he's actually a very good person. They just couldn't get along is all. I will personally never forgive my mom for that - but I did have about 15 years of closeness with my dad. And for that I'd never trade it! In fact to this day, 15 years later I still pray he's in heaven (since my mom was convinced he'd go elsewhere). I just say Dad, here's one more prayer for ya (after only about 1,000), something straight out of my Catholic upbringing, for fear he's lingering in Purgatory or something. My girls ask me if I believe in ghosts and I say - no but oh I wish it were true. I'd get to see my dad again. You always feel like there was something you didn't get to say. I'd have so much to say.....
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Mary...yours is a powerful tale. As we get older, funny how much easier it gets to understand the relationships between our parents, be they horribly chaotic or forever reassuring.
I suspect most of us with families can tend to compensate with our own kids for some of the shortcomings we felt growing up. We give them more attention if we did not get much. We tell them we love them more if those words were rare or nonexistent.
My daughter-in-law Deborah never knew her dad. He left the family when she was three. Brothers were the closest thing to a father for her...and Lord knows that can go in a million different directions.
I've never had a daughter...she's never had a dad. So we are working slowly at growing that relationship. It's been sticky and tricky at times...for she's not sure what she should be. And she doesn't know much what a father should be either.
Still...it can just make my day if I get an e-mail that starts with the words, "Hi Poppy" or I hear those words over the phone.
I always sign mine "Dad" or "Poppy" too.
You're doing a very good job with your girls, Mary. It is obvious in a variety of ways. Don't let their split personalities during their teen years make you second-guess the foundation you've given them.
I suspect most of us with families can tend to compensate with our own kids for some of the shortcomings we felt growing up. We give them more attention if we did not get much. We tell them we love them more if those words were rare or nonexistent.
My daughter-in-law Deborah never knew her dad. He left the family when she was three. Brothers were the closest thing to a father for her...and Lord knows that can go in a million different directions.
I've never had a daughter...she's never had a dad. So we are working slowly at growing that relationship. It's been sticky and tricky at times...for she's not sure what she should be. And she doesn't know much what a father should be either.
Still...it can just make my day if I get an e-mail that starts with the words, "Hi Poppy" or I hear those words over the phone.
I always sign mine "Dad" or "Poppy" too.
You're doing a very good job with your girls, Mary. It is obvious in a variety of ways. Don't let their split personalities during their teen years make you second-guess the foundation you've given them.
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I am 40 years old, and every time that I hang up the phone from talking to my Dad, I tell him I love him.
My dad is my hero, he took care of my mother at home for 7 years while she was suffering from alzheimers. The things that man was able to do was amazing.
I hope I can be 1/3 the man my father is!
My dad is my hero, he took care of my mother at home for 7 years while she was suffering from alzheimers. The things that man was able to do was amazing.
I hope I can be 1/3 the man my father is!
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JetMaxx
I'm the same way weatherwunder...I always tell my dad I love him (sometimes he says he loves me, sometimes not 
I'd love to go see him next Sunday, but am not sure I'll be welcome. I went last year and was treated cold....granny and aunt Millie were very offended (I wasn't -- I was used to it
I already have him a wonderful card and a gospel music tape I'm mailing in the morning...and will definitely call him (we talk every day...if nothing else about the Braves and other sports).
I love my very much dad, even though it hasn't always been easy to love him. He's a good guy...just set in his ways, and not very affectionate (was an only child, an all-state jock, military vet, and certified law enforcement officer)...when he says "I love you too son", that means so much to me...because that is a tremendous amount of emotion from dad
I owe my father a great deal....he is the reason I'm not afraid of storms (or anything else), the reason I know so much about sports, the reason I can defend myself (he taught me to fight), and the reason I'm an excellent marksman. He's also the number one reason I deeply respect military veterans and law enforcement officers.
I want so badly to see dad's soul right with God again...as he was before mom died and he was pastoring a church. I was so very proud of dad when he was preaching (and singing) in churches and on local area radio stations. I pray to God on his behalf every night...and many other times when I pray.
I'm very proud to call him dad (and "daddy" on the phone) once again (he'd preferred me addressing him as "Bill" since I was 16 years old -- until just a few weeks ago).
God bless my dad....God bless all dads!
Perry
I'd love to go see him next Sunday, but am not sure I'll be welcome. I went last year and was treated cold....granny and aunt Millie were very offended (I wasn't -- I was used to it
I already have him a wonderful card and a gospel music tape I'm mailing in the morning...and will definitely call him (we talk every day...if nothing else about the Braves and other sports).
I love my very much dad, even though it hasn't always been easy to love him. He's a good guy...just set in his ways, and not very affectionate (was an only child, an all-state jock, military vet, and certified law enforcement officer)...when he says "I love you too son", that means so much to me...because that is a tremendous amount of emotion from dad
I owe my father a great deal....he is the reason I'm not afraid of storms (or anything else), the reason I know so much about sports, the reason I can defend myself (he taught me to fight), and the reason I'm an excellent marksman. He's also the number one reason I deeply respect military veterans and law enforcement officers.
I want so badly to see dad's soul right with God again...as he was before mom died and he was pastoring a church. I was so very proud of dad when he was preaching (and singing) in churches and on local area radio stations. I pray to God on his behalf every night...and many other times when I pray.
I'm very proud to call him dad (and "daddy" on the phone) once again (he'd preferred me addressing him as "Bill" since I was 16 years old -- until just a few weeks ago).
God bless my dad....God bless all dads!
Perry
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....a thoughtful note from my son Jason...
I remember being scared of storms and not understanding them as we grew up. I remember having to sleep in your room because of the thunderous storms we had while in Illinois. However, as we grew up, I learned what to look for, what was happening and taking place, what cumulonimbus clouds meant, where tornados were most likely to form, where the heaviest rains were going to fall, and much more. I became the resident expert in high school and college where friends and teachers came to me when concerned. Dad, your fascination with the power of nature became mine.
I miss it now in San Diego. We get an occasional gray day with some
scattered showers, but nothing exciting like we had in Illinois. It would
be nice to go back, catch a storm, and then run out barefoot afterwards
through the cool waters in the gutters and feel the chilled air on my face....
I remember being scared of storms and not understanding them as we grew up. I remember having to sleep in your room because of the thunderous storms we had while in Illinois. However, as we grew up, I learned what to look for, what was happening and taking place, what cumulonimbus clouds meant, where tornados were most likely to form, where the heaviest rains were going to fall, and much more. I became the resident expert in high school and college where friends and teachers came to me when concerned. Dad, your fascination with the power of nature became mine.
I miss it now in San Diego. We get an occasional gray day with some
scattered showers, but nothing exciting like we had in Illinois. It would
be nice to go back, catch a storm, and then run out barefoot afterwards
through the cool waters in the gutters and feel the chilled air on my face....
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Pburgh wrote:I don't care what you guys say. My Dad was the best, the smartest, the funniest, the most giving --- and on, and on and on. I'm sure all of you feel just the same. My Dad was my best friend. When he died many, many years ago, my world changed dramatically. His favorite saying when things went bad was "suffer a little - it's good for your character". When he died, I suffered a whole lot. Then I tried to absorb all that he stood for - kindness, strength, honestly, and most of all family. What a great legacy - What a great man.
I want to be like my DAD.
I loved this!....
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With the weekend coming up...I just wanted to move this to the top.
I got my first pictureframe from Emma today. I love my grandpa written all around it, and a picture of my angel right in the middle. It now has a permanent place on my file cabinet at work.
Soooo....grandpas were once "just dads" too.
Time to say a few words to or from or about a dad you know.
I got my first pictureframe from Emma today. I love my grandpa written all around it, and a picture of my angel right in the middle. It now has a permanent place on my file cabinet at work.
Soooo....grandpas were once "just dads" too.
Time to say a few words to or from or about a dad you know.
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I miss my Daddy very much 
It was he who gave me my love of outdoors and passed on his sense of humour to me. He really is the funniest guy I have ever met... Fathers day and Mothers day, have been very hard on me. Being thousands of miles away from my parents. I wish I could just give him a big hug... Guess I will just have to wait untill I can go back to SA for a visit.
It was he who gave me my love of outdoors and passed on his sense of humour to me. He really is the funniest guy I have ever met... Fathers day and Mothers day, have been very hard on me. Being thousands of miles away from my parents. I wish I could just give him a big hug... Guess I will just have to wait untill I can go back to SA for a visit.
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