It is true, I think, mulling things over. I have men who are good fathers, characters who were blessed with good fathers, characters who had men step in and serve as fathers to them…
It is not surprising. I was blessed with the finest father anyone could hope for. He was a very good man, and one of those rare people who remembered how it was to be a child. We would go for drives on Sunday afternoons, and he would tell us kids to look for bears. Once he bought some Native American arrowheads and ‘salted’ them in a place where he planned to take us. We were too oblivious to notice them.
He would tuck us in to bed (Mom did, too) and tell us ‘Make up stories’, which were the absolute best.
He was unflinching in his honesty. The ‘Right Thing To Do’ was what had to be done. And he did not blink it, even as he understood and sympathized with his children when we found it hard. I never in my life doubted that he and Mom were on my side, that I could always go to them when I was in trouble, and that while they would speak their mind, they would never stop loving me.
Years ago, Dad discovered computers. He was a very bright man, but computers were mysterious and fascinating. Maybe this was because he was in the first wave of radar officers in the U.S. Navy in WW II. His talk of them bored me to death…for a while.
I remember he phoned me once to go on and on (and on) about Ram and Megabytes and such, and I sat back, phone to ear, and rolled my eyes.
I listened to the voice, and it was right.
Dad died two years ago this August. He went quickly, and his passing was guided by his own instructions, written and notarized. No difficult decision was left to us. No lingering doubts or regrets. He was buried at Arlington National Cemetery (for those non-US readers, it is the cemetery for veterans – and Dad was one).
Not a day goes by that does not bring with it some reason to remember him and thank God that he was my father. He is in good part a reason that I took the path I did.
As he was, so are other fathers, and I salute them this day. It is a tough job but a crucial one. I wish all can be as blessed as I was, and can bless their children as Dad did his.
Happy Father’s day!