My biological dad-The Dreamer
My dad was definitely a dreamer. It was hard trying to believe anything he said. He would add bits and pieces to make his stories more interesting. One thing that was true and undeniable was his love for his children. He did not show his love in the form of money or providing a roof over our heads. Therefore we did not look to him for these qualities. The truth is he did not teach us about stability. Am I sad or hurt by this, no I am not. He did teach us to Respect our mother regardless of what he was or wasn’t doing. He also taught us to stick together no matter what. He taught us to do the things he wished he had done but by the time he could make it right, it was too late for him. He taught us how to fish, pump gas, change a tire, change our oil for our vehicles, enjoy life by traveling outside your comfort zone, try different things, go out on new adventures and always have a dream. My dad didn’t seem to stay in the same spot for too long. He would try something and if he failed once, he would drop it and then move to the next thing. That was just his way and over time we would accept that. He had three girls and one boy, all who were special to him. He would say “you are all special to me” and we all got the same treatment. Did we fight for dads attention? Yes and No. We cherished the time we were given because we always knew it would be a short visit. I lived 18 years of distance from him before he returned home to spend what he had left of his living life. He was able to build a relationship with his grandchildren for the first time. At one point I got very angry with him because I didn’t understand how he could leave us and the separation from him and our only brother was devestating. When we had the talk, he was already paralyzed sitting in a wheelchair, he had no where to run and had to face the music. I let him know that no matter how much we think or he thought he messed up, I would be there to take care of him until the end. I wanted him to know that I loved him, he was/is my dad and he always has a place in my heart ❤️. Happy Father’s Day in Heaven Daddy!
Admiring My Step-Dad. We call him “POP”
My stepdad jumped in with no questions asked. Three emotional girls and six grandchildren later. Always testing my boundaries and throwing in the “you’re not my dad” trick. My sisters latched onto him quicker than me. I would say it took over 20 years for me to really see how great a man he really is. He is and was always willing to help in anyway he can. He was also there for us physically, financially and emotionally. He was there for graduations, proms, pregnancies, weddings, car braking down, supporting our endeavors big and small. He helped put a roof over our heads and food on the table. He brought us on vacations and allowed us to bring friends. Traveling to Disney with my kids is a tradition I get and want to continue that was passed down from my stepdad. On my wedding day he walked me down the isle to give me away as his own daughter. I am his daughter and he had a hand in raising me. Was my biological father present? Yes he was, but his health was so bad he couldn’t fullfil this task. Had he had been strong enough to walk, I would have had them both walk me down the isle just like my older sister did. Pop was the stable one who would get us to think rationally. I remember he helped me with my science project (how wetlands work and why they are valuable). Around our town people will go to him for all kinds of advice on projects. Our family adores him. He is truly one of a kind. Happy Father’s day Pop. The kids and I are so lucky to have you.
Happy Father’s Day
Overall I had two great dads. Both were like “MacGyver”. They could fix anything, solve anything, build anything and create anything. Enjoy your Father’s Day!