Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Influence of a Father



I spent most of the day painting my porch. Each step of the way, I was remembering all my father did when he was painting...how to prepare, how to clean the top of the paint can and brushes, etc. and how often through the years, I did the same things without even thinking twice.

My father was the strong and silent type. I used to love it when I could make him laugh! I was fortunate to grow up in a family of storytellers so I was able to know my father's heart as a young man on.
My grandfather died suddently when my dad was 14 so he had to leave school and help run the family butcher shop at the Reading Terminal Market. My grandmother had no money to pay for the funeral because it was during the depression but all the vendors at the Market took up a collection for the family. This had a very long lasting effect on my father. I grew up watching this man sharing so generously...time, money...whatever was needed, he was there.

He enlisted in the army during WWII and was stationed in California. At the age of 21, my mother travelled cross country to marry him. I have the letters he wrote to her every day until she was able to go to him..reading them is a sacred glimpse into a young man who was so in love and concerned about the world. I would read them on the same day and month, just 68 years later and felt like the time traveller...I knew the answers to all of his questions...I knew he would have the children he hoped for, I knew my mother would get there and I knew he would never be sent to Normandy.

My father was always there for me. He enveloped me with his hugs. When I turned 16 and started driving, he woke me up one night and took me outside to change a tire...mind you it didn't need it, he just wanted me to be prepared day and night in case I ever found myself with a flat. (It took me a few years to fully appreciate that one!). He loved to fish very late at night and would talk about how much he enjoyed just being still and listening to the sounds of nature. When my mother became very ill, he kept us all going, putting aside his worries and grief. After she died, his heart was literally broken. He died soon after from a heart attack on what would have been their 39th wedding anniversary. Unbeknownst to my brothers and sisters and I, he had written us a letter to be read right before his funeral. As a father, he was still sending us his deep love and guidance and wanted us to know he would always be with us. I had him for a brief 25 years and yet, his influence is still keenly felt. Fatherhood was his highest calling and he so honored it. I was blessed with this incredible man's unconditonal love and I will forever be grateful.

Happy Father's Day!

5 comments:

  1. Such a wonderful tribute to your father...so many memories...thank you for sharing.

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  2. I loved this kind, generous man and was so glad to have had the privilege to know him. I am equally glad to know you, his daughter, and ever thankful to call you friend. Thanks for once again sharing your heart and stirring in us the depths of emotion that surface on this special day in which to honor our Fathers.

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  3. And he, and your mother, clearly raised a great woman. A wonderful tribute to your father.

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  4. And I know he loved you!!! Your supportive words and friendship is such a gift!

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  5. LOVED YOUR TRIBUTE TO YOUR DAD ....AND MOM. THANKS FOR SHARING. EVERYONE WHO KNEW YOUR MOM AND DAD LEARNED BY EXAMPLE TO BE BETTER PEOPLE ( FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS)

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