To all you Dad's. Here is something my Mom wrote and was published in her hometown paper for Father's day.
My Dad
Thanks Dad for spending time with me.
I know you’re so busy — work a lot.
It makes me happy when you take time for me.
I remember the time when you said, “Turn off
the TV, let’s play a game.”
We sat on the floor, a big dad and his little girl,
Turning over cards to match up pictures.
It took me a while, but I did it! Thanks, Dad.
One day you took me for a ride to see the spring flowers.
I couldn’t see where we were going. But that was OK.
I looked at you. I was spending time with my Dad.
I wanted to memorize how you looked: the shape of your nose;
The color of your hair and eyes, your broad shoulders and big
hands.
I wanted to remember your laughter, when I said something
funny,
Or asked a silly question.
I remember when we went to the movies, you slept through it
all.
You were tired, but I held your big hand.
It made me feel safe and secure, I was with my Dad.
One day when I was sick, you stayed home to take care of me.
Just having you there made me feel better. My Dad was with
me.
I can almost feel the warmth of your body and the beat of your
heart.
I tired to be still and quiet. My Dad was holding me.
You taught me how to ride my first bicycle.
When you turned me loose, I wrecked and skinned my knee.
You carried me into the house and cleaned my wounds.
You were sorry, but I wasn’t. I was spending time with my
Dad.
Thanks Dad, for taking me to Sunday school and church
I learned that Jesus loves me and the Golden Rule.
I made a lot of true friends, too.
Thanks for teaching me to make good choices about my life,
And all the time you’ve been there for me.
School functions, church activities, proms, graduation.
These memories will go with me all my life.
Thanks to a good Dad!
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