This past week I went online and looked up the word hero on dictionary.com. A hero is defined as “a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.”
This weekend, on a grand scale, dads all over our great Nation will be honored for who they are. Some dads are looked upon as heroes, while others find it hard to live beyond the shadow of what could have been because of the mistakes that they have made with their children. Regardless of how you see your father – hero or not – may we take the time to honor and affirm our fathers. Dad’s, Sunday, is about you – enjoy it! May your day not be spent hiding in the shadows. Instead, may it be filled with the joy and honor of being a father.
I would love to hear about what you appreciate about your dad.
My most favorite memory of my dad….
well that would have to be all the camping trips he took us on every summer, never was there a summer that we didn’t go, he took us all over New Mexico, 2 or 3 times a summer for at least a week or so each time, everyone would come with us, aunts, cousins, our friends, we always had a group of people with us. My favorite camping memory is his cooking, he was an awesome campfire cook, an awesome cook period. He had this cast iron dutch oven that he would fill with a huge roast, lots of potatoes and lots of slided onions, he would build a great fire and let the hot coals build up, then he would dig a hole, place some red hot coals on the bottom of the hole, place the dutch oven on top of the coals, then lay more hot coals on top of the oven, then cover it with the dirt he dug out, that would stay there all day, then when dinner time came around, he would dig out the oven and,mmmmmmmmm, you could smell that from all over,(well where we were anyway).
Everyone who went camping with us look forward to that dinner night. I have that oven now, and Ray does the same thing, cuz dad taught him how to do it, but we just can’t seem to get the same taste dad did.. It’s great mind you, but it’s just not dad’s.
I must say also, I inhereted his work ethic, in the 30+ yrs he worked, he only called in one time, and that was because he was put in the hospital for accidentally taking a penicillen tablet thinking it was something else.
He was strong as an ox.. I sure do miss him. He pass away this past August.
On Sunday morning on my way to church, I had this strong impression to call him for Fathers day, so I said to myself, “oh, I gotta call dad”, then I remembered that I couldn’t.
I had a good cry.
I love you dad…