As appeared in the Albuquerque Journal Rio Rancho section 6/19/10
We pay tribute to our fathers tomorrow, and for those of us who are grown up, a good way to do that is to recall our dads in special moments and milestones that have cemented in our memories to cherish forever.
Many of you wrote to me with your own tales of your fathers, and I wish I could include all of them today. You told me stories that brought tears to my eyes, as well as joy. What better way to pay tribute to dads everywhere than to keep the love alive with stories of their love for us. I thank you all for sharing.
"I was a freshman at Drake University and had never been away from home. Dad drove me to Des Moines, Iowa, from Minneapolis, Minn. We brought all my clothes up to the third floor (no elevators) and finally it was time for Dad to leave. I was crying so hard and hugging him so tight, that the poor guy had to unwrap my arms from his shoulders. Later that week, I received a handwritten letter from my dad, explaining how tough it was to leave me, but if I was to continue on the course God had for me, I would have to stand tall. And then he said, 'Good Morning for all the mornings and Good Night for all the nights and remember your Dad loves you.' I've carried that message with me all my life, and thank you for letting me share it on Father's Day. My father passed 20 years ago and this warms my heart." — Marion D.
"When I was learning to drive, I had the experience of driving the family car — with the entire family of six in it — into a 'Keep Right' sign at the entry ramp of an interstate. This episode earned me an immediate trip to the back seat, not to mention the embarrassment of having to surrender the keys to my brother. The very next day when my dad came home from work, I was outside and came over to tell him something. He just nodded and then spoke softly, 'Look, about yesterday.' He folded his arms and continued, 'I know you feel bad about everything. But you got to realize, too, that all of us have done things we wish we hadn't. Last year, I remember steering Ken (my brother) out of an accident. You just got to put this behind you and get back at it.' " — Ray W.
"When my dad was mad at me, I could make him laugh so he would forget to be angry. He rarely got very angry with me. However, there was this one time. My older brother took a two-year break between high school and college, and my dad wasn't happy about it. I was a consistently good student and got a college scholarship. But I really wanted a break, too. Just before high school graduation, I told my dad that I didn't want to go to college yet, that I wanted a year break. He got this look on his face that I hadn't seen before. He started advancing on me and shaking his finger at me. He said in a dead calm voice, 'Young lady, you are going to college and I don't want to hear another word about it.' As he was advancing, I was backing up and saying, 'I'm going, Daddy, I'm going.' I never mentioned a break again, and I went to college as I was supposed to." — Gloria S.
"I am a very lucky 'son' because I have had the opportunity to be special in so many people's lives, and it doesn't matter if they sired me, adopted me, provided for me, coached me, or even guided or bossed me ... but it is because of them, I am who I am." — Steve G.
Quote of the Week: "It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was." — Anne Sexton, poet.
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