Well today is Fathers Day (no kidding huh?). Well to those of you who still have Fathers alive, I just want to ask one thing of you and that is to make sure you tell your Father that you love him. Two years ago today, yeah on Fathers day, was the last time I saw my dad alive. Yeah he was in the emergeny room unconsious and barely alive. He had been a smoker ever since he was a teen and the last two years of his life were miserable. He found out 5 months before he died that he had empasema from all that smoking. He spent musch of those last 5 months in the hospital because he kept getting Pnemonia (sp?). That Sunday when he woke up his lung litterally burst as he got out of bed. He lay on the carpet bleeding for a few hours till my mom woke up and found him. I wish I had had the chance to have talked with him one last time to tell him I loved him. I know he knew I loved but like many pther people I will always feel so bad that I didn’t get to tell him on Fathers Day, the day he passed away.
So I sit here crying as I type this and I remember all the wonderfull things my Dad did for me including legally adopting me even though he was technically my Step Dad due to his and my Mom’s marriage. Anytime we needed anything even if it was cold and eight inches of snow on the ground he was there for us
I think that those who can see ther Dads today need to take some time and realize just how lucky you still are. If you haven’t seen your Dad maybe because you are in another state, call him and maybe talk to him a bit longer today then you normally would. Make him smile and laugh and most of all, tell him that you LOVE HIM. If you see him in person, tell him the same thing and maybe even hug him and maybe do something extra special for or with him.
Each of us are only here a short time and losing my Dady two years ago makes me appreciate having my mom and my brother and sister still here. It makes me spend more time with them and talk on the phone more, in fact with my mom I talk to her daily and she hears all the time how much I love her.
Sounds like you had a wonderful father and I’m sorry you lost him! I’ll hug my Father-in-law in his honor today. Try not to cry tears of sadness for his pain but cry tears of joy in celebration of the love that you shared.
I’m sure it is no consolation but you were very lucky to have a father who loved you. Some people never know a father’s love and they grieve for that instead.
Your post was touching, Greekigurli. You’re right about telling the people you love how you feel. When they’ve passed away it’s too late. Your wonderful memories of your father are precious and he will never be forgotten when he’s always in your heart. Thanks for sharing how you feel.
This is the first Father’s Day since my dad died. All of a sudden, all those years of making a phone call on this day seem inadequate. I can’t remember the last time I was with my father on Fathers’ Day, but it’s been more than 20 years.
I’ll be having lunch with Dad today. We haven’t always had the easiest relationship, and the day before last Father’s Day, I walked out on him, but he did the best he knew how to do, and I do love him. I owe a lot of the best of me too him, including the stubborn streak that got me in so much trouble when I was a teenager, and my love of logic and learning. He’ll mutter something about me being soppy if I tell him I love him, but I think he knows it. If not, it’ll serve him right when I tell him!
To all those who are fathers on this board, both in body and spirit, Happy Father’s Day. Polycarp, HJay, this most certainly includes you two. Among other things, you have, at times, acted like fathers to me.
My father has been gone for 13 years now. On the last day of his life I took my two little girls (then 21/2 and 6 months) to visit him in the hospital. We almost didn’t go, since I had a lot of thing to do at home and he seemed to be doing okay. I almost put off the visit until the next day, but something told me I shouldn’t do that. Just a little voice in my head telling me, “Go today. You never know.” So he got to see his babies, and I told him I loved him before I left him. A little after midnight my brother called to say Dad was unconscious and fading fast, and before we could leave for the hospital, he called back to tell me not to come. It was too late.
I will always be thankful that for once I didn’t put something off.
Tell them, and don’t stop telling them. You just never know.
Greekigurli, I was thinking exactly the same thing you were. A lot of dads aren’t appreciated until it’s too late. A segment on making Father’s Day cards on stupid Martha Stewart nearly had me in tears. So, after wishing to have him back, just so I could kiss him, hug on him, and let him know how much I loved, respected, and cherished him, I called my mom.
I told her thanks for finding such a great guy to marry and be my dad, and then for helping him die peacefully and with dignity. Then I thanked her for taking over for him these past ten years. It wasn’t easy doing two people’s jobs, that’s for certain. I’m embarrassed it took me so long to realize that call needed to be made.
I’ll always be grateful that I had the opportunity to sit beside my father’s bedside and tell him everything he meant to me, and that we had reconciled enough in the last three years for our last few weeks to be untroubled by that.
Go do it anyway. I always tell people I love that I love them. I remember this story I read once about some miners who were rescued from a caved-in mine somewhere in the States, and one who said that he had been desperate to get out because it was the one day in all his marriage that he had forgotten to tell his wife “I love you” while leaving the house.
Anyway, those of you who have good fathers and who love and appreciate them, let them know. Not just on Fathers’ Day.