I haven’t purchased a fathers Day card since 1998.
Today I watched my sweetheart methodically selecting a Fathers Day card; carefully reading each word making certain it expressed with accuracy her thoughts and feelings for her dad.
That’s when it hit me like a sledgehammer to the side of my head, I don’t search for Fathers Day cards anymore.
I miss him.
Dad had fists of granite with huge fingers like cast iron pipes and forearms, disproportionately large, a bit like Popeye of spinach fame.
As a little boy I would walk alongside him with all of my fingers wrapped around just one of his. When he worked on the car I watched in amazement at the way those forearm muscled moved rhythmically with each turn of the wrench.
Once during middle school I was so mad at him. To my chagrin I found myself just outside the back door standing toe to toe with my dad. I apparently moved my hand into an aggressive posture suggesting I wanted to take a swing at him. Without the slightest change in his voice he invited, “go ahead and try.” I was young and foolish yet smart enough to change my attitude in time to avoid a premature demise. (Actually dad never used his fists on me although I do remember his hand of correction being applied to my backside)
Dad was a veteran of WWII, a sailor who’s love for drinking was only eclipsed by his love for fighting. He might be on the ship boxing for recreation or in some port at a Bar busting heads for entertainment.
His brother Jimmy once told me how the war changed my Dad. Like so many young men, he returned traumatized and tortured from the experience of so much death and destruction.
Don’t get me wrong, the fighting drinking sailor is not the man I knew. There were those moments when his old ways would slip up on him but by the time I came along he was a transformed man. Still tough as nails but fighting a different battle.
I was told that it happened at a little Pentecostal Church not far from his home town of Reedley, California. On that particular Sunday the message of hope, forgiveness and peace with God resonated in dad’s troubled soul. He exchanged his confusion, hurt and anger for a burgeoning relationship with Christ.
I miss my dad. It’s Father’s Day this Sunday and I wish I could search for just the right card.
That brought tears to my eyes!!!
Oh Jackie… that wouldn’t be the first time Dad brought tears to your eyes! : )
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John,
This was a tremendous tribute to your Father. Your Father was a fair man that was also firm and to the point. He loved you and your family so very much. Him and your Mother made a tremendous team and a team that was all about Christ and for Christ. Your Father was a great man to be around and to learn from. The hard exterior (to a degree) could sometimes mask a warm, kind and caring heart. I was touched by your Father, learned from him, respected him and admired him. Thank you for sharing this thought as it was touching and special like your Father.
Howard, it means so much to me just to hear from you. Thanks for your kindness. You are a good man and I wish for you a wonderful Fathers Day!
I was touched by what you wrote, it makes me think about my own father whom I don’t get to see nearly as much as I would like to.
Happy Fathers Day to You!
Beautifully written, John. Your sentiments resonate with so many of us. I am constantly amazed with the endless circle of life and how it enfolds to reveal to us the absolute perfection of our lives. I never met your Dad, but I’m sure he must have been, and continues to be because you carry him in your heart, very proud of you.
Peggy, thank you for your encouraging words. It’s just great to hear from you!
Dean, I always love to hear from you. You are such an encouragement. You’ve told me so many times how much you admire your Father and I applaud your love and loyalty.
I hope on this Fathers Day you enjoy those memories as well as the beautiful family God has blessed you with. I’ve seen you face some of the most difficult circumstances any husband or father could imagine. You are a good man and a faithful father! I admire you and your resilience.
Happy Fathers Day.
Thanks John for such kind words. I consider you among my best of friends. I miss you guys.
John,
Great story! Spoken from the heart well written. You should write a book. I miss my father too and your story touched me! Keep writing!
Frank, thank you! What a blessing you are in my life. Happy Fathers Day!