It’s “Father’s Day” and our boys have shared their thoughts and good wishes with their Dad. We’ll barbeque later and have a relaxing afternoon. I can’t help but think of my Dad today and how much I miss him.
my Dad, Lloyd
You didn’t know my Dad, so I let me tell you a little about him. His name was Lloyd. He kept cookies in his pocket & licorice in his truck. He didn’t go anywhere without his favorite cap or a little grin on his face. He loved people, but he had a soft spot for children and animals, especially dogs. He taught me where to find Saskatoon berries, to appreciate the land we farmed, to be fearless, to drive a stick shift, to read the sky, and to dance while standing on his toes. He taught me girls could do anything but that it was best not to wear too much makeup. He taught me that doors should be opened for ladies and that if someone came into the yard and honked they could just keep on driving. He taught me to be helpful, to fix what I could, to re-use what I had, to preserve what was good and to let go what wasn’t. He taught me that real men cry, cherish their wives, tickle their children, and are playful, gentle and loyal. My Dad loved to dance, kid around, make up silly songs and laugh; most of all, he loved his wife and every single one of us kids. My Dad was a man of few words. He didn’t need them I suppose. His actions spoke volumes. My Dad .. showed up.
More than 6 years have passed since he left us and it doesn’t get easier. You don’t get over it. Time does not heal. We. Just. Get. Through. It.
But … still … as much as I long to hear his voice and see his kind face, I continue to be overwhelmed with gratitude. Gratitude for the gift of a kind and loving father. Who gets that? I did. So lucky.
…. and I’d love, love, love … to dance with my father again.
