My Dad

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Story about my father

Submitted: January 18, 2017

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Submitted: January 18, 2017



As with many of us including myself when one thinks of his/her Father it brings a lot of memories and thoughts to ones mind. Some of those words might be love, giving , taking, nurturing , regret, learning, security and comfort. Although at the time of my childhood I did not recognize or acknowledge the amazing man my father was. My father had a extremely hard life, starting from his early childhood. His father had left him and his family when he was a child. As a result he had to quit school and the responsibility of providing for his family fell mainly on him. His family consisted of his mother, brother Jim, and his other brother with special disabilities Jack. Later on in his life  he  joined the army and became a veteran of the Korean war and traveled all over the world. I recall One of the fondest memories of my dad. The house that we live in at he time had a big, beautiful wrap around porch. After a long day of working he would relax in his rocking chair on the porch. I remember numerous times as a 5 year old or so child sitting on his lap holding me tight singing to me. I remember as though it were only yesterday. I can still remember how I felt, it is something that I will never forget and cherish forever. The feeling of love, comfort and security I had sitting on my dads lap holding me tightly. I felt so safe and secure like nothing or no one could harm me as long as he held me and sang to me. At the time my dad was like superman to me. He even had a nick name for me, I was Bug which stuck with me all through out my life , even now. As time went slowly by and I grew older it seemed like my father and I grew farther apart the older I had become. My father worked 12 to 14 hours every night of the week to provide for myself and my siblings. He was a strong man who loved his family with all his heart. He was the kind of man who never complained about anything. If he was sick, in a bad mood or upset, you would never know it. As I mentioned beforemy father and I seemed to grow apart over the years. We never saw eye to eye on anything and as a result we argued a lot and sometimes we even fought. My father and I were a lot a like, though I didn't see it at the time. Neither of us were never the kind of guys to show emotion. Never saying  I am sorry, thank you or even I love you. In February of 1992  my father had his massive heart attack and was in the hospital on his death bed. I had a chance to tell him how I really felt about him and how much he meant to me and how much he influenced and shaped my life but never did. It's something I regret everyday of my life and have to live with the pain of my father not knowing how I felt and what he actually meant to me. I would give anything to have just 5 minutes with him. I would tell him I love you dad so much. I am sorry that I wasn't a very good son. Thank you for all the love you have given me. Thank you for holding me on your lap and rocking and singing to me. Thank you for  making me feel so safe and protected. Thank you for making me the man I am today. Thank you for having such a huge influence on me and my life. I hope that in your eyes at least that I turned out to be half the man you were. I just hope you can read this special note to you from heaven. I love and miss you very much.

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