Happy Father's Day Weekend!
To all those dads out there...have a happy weekend.
And for all those kids and grandkids...take some time to thank your father or grandfather.
My father died when I was 8 years old of colon cancer, which had spread everywhere. I remember him waking me up at 2 a.m. He'd make me hot chocolate and toast with butter, wrapped up in a paper towel. I'd sit in the front seat of the truck half asleep as we drove to the ocean with the boat.
He was a fisheries biologist. A super smart guy. He absolutely LOVED fishing. It was his life. When I'd get bored out on the boat, he'd start bribing me with milk shakes and roller skates. I have dozens of photos of him with fish. Starting at a young age he was into nature. He even had a pet skunk!
He worked right up until his last days, even taking his IV pole in to work. I wish he had lived. Who knows how my life might have changed. Perhaps I wouldn't have been as boy crazy ... or then again ... :) I think I was pretty boy crazy even when he was alive.
So appreciate your father. He may not be perfect but at least he's yours. I hope mine is looking down from heaven on me ... and I hope he's proud of what he sees.
And for all those kids and grandkids...take some time to thank your father or grandfather.
My father died when I was 8 years old of colon cancer, which had spread everywhere. I remember him waking me up at 2 a.m. He'd make me hot chocolate and toast with butter, wrapped up in a paper towel. I'd sit in the front seat of the truck half asleep as we drove to the ocean with the boat.
He was a fisheries biologist. A super smart guy. He absolutely LOVED fishing. It was his life. When I'd get bored out on the boat, he'd start bribing me with milk shakes and roller skates. I have dozens of photos of him with fish. Starting at a young age he was into nature. He even had a pet skunk!
He worked right up until his last days, even taking his IV pole in to work. I wish he had lived. Who knows how my life might have changed. Perhaps I wouldn't have been as boy crazy ... or then again ... :) I think I was pretty boy crazy even when he was alive.
So appreciate your father. He may not be perfect but at least he's yours. I hope mine is looking down from heaven on me ... and I hope he's proud of what he sees.
posted by Megan @ 4:27 PM
2 Comments:
At 10:27 AM,
treasurefield said…
Oh, that is so beautiful, it makes me cry!! What a wonderful father you had, and he left you wonderful memories to cherish. He must have left a lot of himself in you. I'm sure he would be proud of what you've become. No doubt you'll see him again one day!
At 7:51 PM,
Laurie said…
Your memories of your dad are very touching, Megan. You're so blessed that even though he's no longer here, you had such a great relationship to remember. God Bless you ...
Laurie
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