FATHER’S DAY 2012: Oh Dad, I Miss You

How appropriate to start my blog for FATHER’S DAY.

Oh, how I miss my dad.

It’s been about 28 years since dad went to be with our Lord but not a day goes by that I don’t think of him, miss him, love and adore him dearly.

As a teen, I was the last one of eight children still at home. Dad and I did everything together. I was always outside helping him with the gardening and yard work. Or doing woodworking in the garage. Dad was great!

And talk about green thumbs. Each year, even when his health was failing, he planted big boy tomatoes, cherry tomatoes, and yellow tomatoes — enough to keep a few of us set for the season. And flowers: WOW! 

I’ll always remember the front walk leading to the house would be lined with peony bushes; and along the side of the house and the front of the garage were the most beautiful, fragrant roses you ever laid eyes on. And, of course, dad had to have the greenest, no-weeds aloud, perfectly trimmed lawn on the block.

Dad loved us, all eight of us, and my mom. He worked hard to provide a good home for his family, even after his health began to fail, he continued to work part-time, post-retirement. Dad was always there for me when I needed him. No matter what. No matter when. No matter where. What I wouldn’t give for just one more hug from my dad.

For those of you like me, please always cherish those memories of daddy's love. And for all you sons and daughters out there that are blessed to still have your dad, I beg of you; don’t take him for granted — not for a moment. Remember him this FATHER’S DAY! Tell your dad you love him and tell him often. Show him you care. Be there for him if and when he needs you. Because one day you may be like me — missing my dad so-o-o-o much on FATHER’S DAY.