Remembering a Good and Decent Man on Father's Day

Thanks for posting this "memory" thread.
My Dad had a magical personality!
He enhanced every moment in everyone's
life on this earth. he always saw the best
of people and of everything. Miss him!
 

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Last picture of my Dad. Taken 1979
Stubborn, lame, embarrassing, cringe worthy, cash machine and chauffeur. Thanks Dad :) ❤️ (4)

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We don't observe Fathers' day. Sounds like another made up scheme to relieve people of their money.

My father was strict, inflexible, unambitious and unable to string a logical argument together or justify his beliefs. However, he was an excellent plasterer and glazier. I wish I'd got him to teach me some of his skills, otherwise I never wanted to be like him.
 
Photo of my dad at the age of 18 or 19 with my mum; I was born 3 years later. Then a photo of me with dad, and then with mum again when he was very ill.

A strict father and a man who was respected and feared by many of all ages when he was young. Not always easy to get to know. A strong brave and principled man who seemed to fear no one, except me I was told later. A man with a loud and strong laugh that in itself seemed to make others smile and then laugh too. A complex yet in some ways simple man; someone you would want on your side when the going gets tough. A man I saw cry for the first time when we came home after visiting my younger brother in hospital after a car accident. There are many hidden stories in this paragraph somewhere; stories I could fill a book with. Some that might make your hair stand on end; some that might make you think you would have liked to have met him?

He loved my mum and his parents, even though his own dad didn’t treat his sons very well when they were young; severe punishment from his own father. As I was growing up in my teens, and then 20’s 30’s & 40’s, relatives of ours and friends of my dad would often say to me that I looked the spitting image of my dad.

A proud man, so proud that when we were all by his side in the hospice I ‘felt’ he was hanging on because we were there. I ‘felt’ he wanted to be alone so he could go. Without giving away my thoughts to everyone there, I suggested to the family that we should all leave his room for a short while so we could get a hot drink. Moments later he passed away. I think of him every day for one reason or another. Wished he was still here.


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Magna-Carta said:
Photo of my dad at the age of 18 or 19 with my mum; I was born 3 years later. Then a photo of me with dad, and then with mum again when he was very ill.

A strict father and a man who was respected and feared by many of all ages when he was young. Not always easy to get to know. A strong brave and principled man who seemed to fear no one, except me I was told later. A man with a loud and strong laugh that in itself seemed to make others smile and then laugh too. A complex yet in some ways simple man; someone you would want on your side when the going gets tough. A man I saw cry for the first time when we came home after visiting my younger brother in hospital after a car accident. There are many hidden stories in this paragraph somewhere; stories I could fill a book with. Some that might make your hair stand on end; some that might make you think you would have liked to have met him?

He loved my mum and his parents, even though his own dad didn’t treat his sons very well when they were young; severe punishment from his own father. As I was growing up in my teens, and then 20’s 30’s & 40’s, relatives of ours and friends of my dad would often say to me that I looked the spitting image of my dad.

A proud man, so proud that when we were all by his side in the hospice I ‘felt’ he was hanging on because we were there. I ‘felt’ he wanted to be alone so he could go. Without giving away my thoughts to everyone there, I suggested to the family that we should all leave his room for a short while so we could get a hot drink. Moments later he passed away. I think of him every day for one reason or another. Wished he was still here.


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Thanks for sharing…
 
My dad and I had something of a bipolar relationship, it was either very good or very hurtful. He's been dead for over 32 years and I do miss the good things in our relationship and choose to remember those when I think of him. He was certainly a decent man although not always a good one for me, if that makes any sense.
 
chic said:
My dad and I had something of a bipolar relationship, it was either very good or very hurtful. He's been dead for over 32 years and I do miss the good things in our relationship and choose to remember those when I think of him. He was certainly a decent man although not always a good one for me, if that makes any sense.
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Yes, makes sense…
 
My dad was one-of-a-kind. He never met a person who didn't become a friend and he was loved by all.

I had the hardest time "letting go of him" after he died. For 2-3 years, I'd see something and immediately think, "I've got to call Pop and tell him about this" or something would break and I'd think, "Well, I'll put this aside until Pop comes over and have him look at it." I'd actually forget he was gone.

Age 6: My dad is the smartest man in the world. He knows everything!

Age 12: My dad is kinda old-fashioned. He's not in touch with modern times.

Age 16: My dad is the worst! He knows absolutely nothing about life!

Age 25: Hmmm, wonder what Dad thinks about this. I might have to ask him.

Age 35: Definitely going to have to ask Dad about this. He knows a lot more than I do about it.

Age 60: My dad was the smartest man in the world. He knew everything! I really miss my dad.
 

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