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.



A VERY SPECIAL MAN




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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