As a child, I used to watch Father Knows Best. I loved the show. My own dad was wise in my eyes, just like the father on that show.
On this Father’s Day, I’m reminded of how much I admired my dad. While we didn’t always agree on everything, I guess you could say that I was “daddy’s little girl.” My dad has been gone from this earth nine years now and he’s my hero. He started life with a physical defect that prevented him from doing many things, yet I rarely heard him complain or even talk about it. In later years, he developed cancer and went blind, but he rarely focused on it. Even in his last days, he was still cracking jokes and living life to the fullest that he could. I know that those of us around him had a much harder time with his passing than he did. He made such an impression on the Hospice staff who cared for him those months at the end, that they ended up recounting their stories about him at his funeral. It was the most beautiful celebration of a life I’ve ever been part of.
Looking back, I see how influential my dad was: my dad gave acceptance. He saw the positive in every situation. He told funny stories. He had fun. He knew how to really live life! Like most parents, he wanted the best for me. He had a beautiful way of expressing that sentiment: straight from his heart, in the form of unconditional love. He saw me for who I truly was. Even if he disagreed with my choices, he always expressed himself in a way that made it easy for me to hear the wisdom behind his message. I didn’t really know that he disagreed! He would say, “I just want you to be happy,” and gently offered some alternative ways of looking at things. He didn’t judge me or criticize me. Truly, I see that he was the best example of parenting I have seen. He let me be me. From an Abraham-Hicks’ perspective, he parented most of the time from inside the Vortex!
He loved to fish and be in nature. We spent a lot of time out in nature: at our cabin, going fishing, just sitting around and listening to the birds or watching the squirrels. He had a respect for Mother Nature that was contagious. Looking back, I guess he got a lot of inner peace from that. We never really talked about how he felt when he connected with nature, but somehow I know that it was so.
And through all of his physical challenges, he was one big ball of laughter: always cracking jokes, always seeing the positive in every situation, always encouraging and so very wise. He saw the positive aspects of life, no matter what was happening around him and to him and for this, I am so grateful. I’m grateful he was my dad. I’m so grateful that I had a chance to experience a relationship that allowed me to grow and to be who I am.
Dad, thank you for the memories. Thank you for your wisdom. You really did know best! Thanks for all the laughter and fun!
Happy Father’s Day to all “dads” out there!