Saturday, June 20, 2009
This is a picture I did of my Dad on paint from the Computer...It's about 80 % accurate. I guess it might be to early to draw him....I wanted to talk about him this fathers day.
It seems so strange today that on Sunday mornig I will get up and would always start my day calling my Dad to wish Him a Happy Fathers Day!...He hated talking on the phone and always did. We would talk about the weather and the cattle, what was new in town. He would always ask when I would be home next. I would ask him about the crops, his dog. Eventually I would tell him I loved him and he would tell me...He never used to do that but in about the last fifteen years it was getting easier. He was born in 1935 and lived until May 30, 2009. My Mom and Dad were married for 47 years....He was a farmer and his father farmed as well as his father....I think that farming gets in your blood. Nothing made him happier than listening to it rain, or showing a rainbow to his children, or the smell of fresh air after a rain. My Dad loved to feed the birds, especially the humming birds, canaries and yellow finch, chickadees and many more. One thing about our family we had 3 meals together every day. we always had that time together!He was a man stronger than an ox, he was our protector, he was our provider, he was our guidance, he could be tempermental but there was always a lesson. One thing I remember most about my father were his hands, they were huge and we just felt loved and protected. Occasionally trouble would brew and we would just let him simmer down. There was never any doubt that he loved us. He had high expectations of us. He instilled us with our values, beliefs, strong personalities, etc. He also taught us life lessons, that you cant keep all the cows for pets, that there are consequences when you lock up a badger in the chicken coop.One of his things was the later we were out...if we missed curfew well then the sooner we got up. My grandfather died approximately 25 years ago. EVERY day Dad would go for a visit at his Moms, get her mail, have a coffee and make sure she was okay. He was a good man. He farmed until the end except for the last couple days. Not everyone can say they did what they wanted, he did. His love for nature and outdoors, his family, his animals made his life very rich and rewarding.....
This year I will tell him I love him. I will tell him how glad I am that he is no longer in pain. I will tell him how we are taking good care of Buster. I will tell him for the most part Mom is doing okay. I will tell him how much I miss him. I would tell him how blessed I was to have him as my Dad! I would forgive and forget any disagreements or dissapointments...I would sit and hold his hand and there would be just a moment when we both knew that we are all okay, and just for a moment our lives would be as they should be, as they were......I don't have my Dad,,,,but I have my memories....they seem to grow stronger everyday.....All I know is that I really really miss him! Cherish all the moments you can spend with friends, family, loved ones....Some day you will probably feel like there just was not enough time. Forget the small talk, tell them what is really important!.........IF ONLY, there were just once more.