He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~Clarence Budington Kelland
As I was growing up, every now and then I'd glance over at my Dad and he'd be looking right back at me. That look was filled with pride and love. It made me feel secure, my Dad was there for me. I also knew that he cherished the job of father.
I learned a lot from my Dad. A hard working man who never complained. He was away from home a lot, a truck driver. Day in and day out. He had to provide for his family and put some money away for retirement. He put us through college, something he takes great pride in considering he dropped out of school at 16 and joined the army.
Not only is my Dad a man of principle, he's a man willing to fight for his principles. He's walked many picket lines over the years and not just his own. He fights the good fight. Yet, he's the least cynical person I know. Always believing that right will win out over might in the end. Honest and loyal to his friends. Generous to those in need. Just a good guy and a good father.
good daddies make good daughters
ReplyDeleteThat was a nice tribute to your dad. I'm happy for both of you.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely post about your father.
ReplyDeleteSo good - my dad was like this - left school at 12 (during depression) and gave and gave and gave -sadly was killed at 49 but I love and remember him to this day. You are one of the lucky ones to have a good dad
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