I struggle with this time of year. Everywhere you look there are signs reminding you to "Remember to treat your Dad", "Father's Day 16th June".... I lost my dad quite a few years ago, but there is still a big gap in my life that he once filled.
I was feeling pretty morose today but came across this link via Emily Schuman's blog - cupcakes & cashmere
In it a dad gives his 50 rules of raising a daughter and I mentally started ticking off those that I could relate to my dad...he did loads of them which, I think, officially made my Dad pretty amazing.
It brought back memories of my Dad teaching me crabbing (the crab bit my finger so hard I went to A&E), learning to ride my bike (a wall acted as my brake) and taking me camping (I got scared in a thunderstorm) and there he was by my side.
It brought back memories of sitting on a bench , crying at the injustice of a broken relationship; celebrating getting my first proper part-time job and fighting homesickness during those first few weeks of University life and there he was by my side.
It brought back memories of waiting at the window for him to come home from work; turning round to show him the most perfect, cute puppy that I had chosen; looking for him at my brother's wedding when it was time for the families to dance and then he was by my side.
My Dad was an ordinary man but he showered us with love, support and a sense of peace. He told us how proud he was of us and he told each of us at individual times "My job is done, you're grown up now", he lessened his parental role and became our friend and I'm pretty sure he knew how great a Dad he was.
And so Dad, wherever you are, I know, when I marry; when I have my children; when I need guidance and when I raise a glass of Chateauneuf-du-Pape in your honour you will be by my side.
|My uncle, brother and Dad|