Thursday, June 18, 2009

A Very Special Man
Fathers Day Comments

It took a few years from the time the idea of Father’s Day came about before it was made official. While Mother’s Day was believed to be honorable, many laughed at the idea of honoring the fathers.

I’m saddened to know this.

Down the generations, father’s were every bit a part of raising the children, especially the son’s, as the women were. They went out and worked the fields, the mills and so on. Many even fought wars to protect the land their families lived on.

Alas in 1924 it was proclaimed to have Father’s Day. I’ve read variances in who actually made it an official holiday, so I’m not going to bother. A history lesson isn’t what’s important here. In many countries around the world, Father’s Day is observed the third Sunday in June. Others are spread through year.

My father has always been special to me. He’s funny, caring, loving despite all the hardships life has brought him. He’s youngest of seven children, the son of a man who I loved every bit as much. My grandfather was half American and half Blackfoot Indian. So, you know the prejudice’s they must have faced.

By the time I came along, Grandpa was ceiling high deep in television repair and my dad did it part time. I used to sit in the shop in the garage and watch them, go on calls with them. I know at times I drove them both up a wall with all my questions and curiosity – they had much patience.

Others times, I’d go off with my dad’s next oldest brother. He’s still my favorite uncle and he has cancer. He had a girlfriend back then and she adored me as I did her. I’d often be invited to movies with them or to dinner at her parent’s house. Later this perfect couple had a son who became my protector as well as a father himself.

This poem I wrote about my dad, but I suppose it could apply to everyone’s dad.


He should never be an afterthought

Only thought of when times are rough

Or just on special occasions

No matter what you do, he always loves you

Phone calls are nice, cards are sweet

But to sit and visit is the best

Even if it's on a riverbank, or in a boat

Maybe walking through the timber

He gave me life, I can give him time

Life's too precious to be selfish

Consumed with my own pleasures

Tied up with my own family

Time isn't forever, love is

Give him the time he doesn't demand

Let him know you can be counted on

That he does hold a special place in your heart

Roses are the flower of Father’s Day. I didn’t know that. Red for the living - White for the gone but not forgotten. I’ll be able to cut a red one from my own rose garden.

I’ve loved many men in my life and I honor them all on this day because they all had a hand in raising me, but my dad knows I’ll always be his little girl. He is every bit my Happily Ever After as my husband is. It’s just different, you know. He and I can spend hours talking on the phone. We go fishing, have our special secret lunches we tell no one about. At Christmas, when the rest of the family has left and it’s just my immediate family left. He puts on classic country music – Patsy Cline, Jim Reeves, etc. And we have our Christmas dance. I’ve come along way from needing to stand on his shoes to dance with him.

Happy Father’s Day to all of the dad’s, and the mom’s who have had to be both.


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missbreezysbox said...

What a wonderful post. I recently lost my dad to cancer, which he battled off & on for 35 years. I still have my Father-law who acts as a Father to me as well. I will have to do something very nice.

Savanna Kougar said...

Bekki, what an exquisite tribute. My Dad has passed on. He was special in ways that were ahead of his time and I've always admired him for that. I also feel sad he didn't get to truly fulfill his potentional in this world.

Jane Richardson, writer said...

Bekki, this made me cry. I miss my Dad so much, he passed away three years ago. He was a man of few words, but he taught me so much and many of the things I love are down to him. I think of him often, and will be giving him an extra special thought this weekend. My kids are looking forward to Father's Day, it's a chance for them to give their own Dad something special, though I do try to remind them it's important to show someone how much you love them every day, whenever you can. Thanks so much for this lovely tribute to your own dear Dad, Bekki. :)

Jane x

Lindsay Townsend said...

Beautiful, Bekki. Truly lovely. I'm having a cry right now, for my own dad, who has passed on, and for all the great dads.

Thank you, and hugs to you and to everyone.
Lindsay ((())) ((())) ((()))

Bekki Lynn said...

I'm so sorry, missbreezysbox. I'm no stranger to death, but I know losing my dad would be one of the hardest to handle.

Savanna, maybe your dad is watching you live to your full potential. He's probably watching you with a very proud grin on his face.

Jane -- I agree, showing love is the best gift of all. That is what stays with the heart and soul.

I really didn't mean to bring tears along with the post, Lindsay, but I hope they're filled with so many good memories.

I think at times we become so busy, we forget to take the time to remember.

My father-in-law passed on 14 years ago -- never the sentimental fool was he -- but good memories none-the-less -- one of my oldest memories of him was when he made me kiddie cocktails during the holidays as for the first three years I was married, I wasn't old enough to drink - none other has ever come close. My husband finds that an odd thing to remember, but his mom just smiles.

I get way too sentimental at times.

Lindsay Townsend said...

Hi Bekki - no worries about tears. I have lots of very happy memories of my dad.

Hope everyone had a super Father's Day today!

Francesca Prescott said...

Oh, Bekki, what a lovely post. I'm lucky enough to still have both of my parents, and we are extremely close. They are such strong, caring, enthusiastic,hard working, loving people, and they've always been there for me, my siblings, and the rest of the family. I try to always remind myself how lucky I am to have such incredible parents. My father? You would love him! Everyone does! He sacrificed a career in swimming to be with my mother and raise me (he was training for the Olympics). He's my hero.
Thanks for this lovely post.
xx Cesca
PS: I didn't cry!