Community Chat

[Lindsays Grandma]

1.   To her the name of father was another name for love.

                                                              Fanny Fern

2.   When my father didn't have my hand, he had my back.

                                                                Linda Poindexter

3.   A great soul serves all the time.  A great soul never dies.  It brings us together again and again.     Maya Angelou

4.   Dads are most ordinary men turned by love into heroes,

adventurers, storyteller, and singers of song.

                                                                       Pam Brown

5.   My father gave me my dreams.  Thanks to him, I could see the future.                                       Liza Minnelli 

6.   It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.            John Steinbeck

7.   I love you everyday.  And now I will miss you every day.

                                                            Mitch Albom

8.   It doesn't matter who my father was; It matters who I remember he was.                                     Anne Sexton

9.   There is no expiration date on the love between a father and his child.                                         Jenifer Williamson

10.   Death ends life, not a relationship.     Robert Benchley

11.   My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give

another person:  He believed in me.    Jim Valano

12.   Every father should remember that one day his son will

follow his example instead of his advice.   Charles Kettering

13.   My father always used to say when you die, if you've

got five real friends, than you've had a great life.

                                                                  Lee  Iacoca

14.   So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.                              E. A. Bucchianeri

15.   Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor.  You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.   Sarah Dessen

16.   He adopted a role called being a father so that his child

would have something mythical and infinitely important:

a protector.                                             Tom Wolfe

17.   My father didn't tell me how to live.  He lived and let me watch him do it.                          Clarence Kelland

18.   I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren't trying to teach us.  We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.

                                                            Umberto Eco

[spiderw]

This was  a great deal of wisdom and sayings about fathers.  Usually mothers are honored and it is so nice to read some dad wisdom!  There are many favorites among these sayings,. some touching my heart.  

Happy Father's Day to all, thanks for the great tribute to husbands, fathers,uncles, grandfathers, it's an honor to celebrate their day!!!!

[Lindsays Grandma]

@spiderw    I agree that all too often Mother's Day overshadows Father'S Day.  I adored my father for many, many reasons and I miss him terribly.  Not to leave out my mother, I adored her too but in a completely different way. 

[msgb]

It has been just a bit over 2 1/2 yrs since my father passed. I miss him every day. He was a loving father to 7 and grandfather to 12 and husband to my mother (who misses him too). He was a man who loved nothimg more than to be with family and friends and just spend time enjoying life.

I went to the gravesite for the second time yesterday and just said hi. 

My father has many sayings -- each day you wake up is a gift/ a father gives his children two things--roots and wings/ as long as you tried your best that was all he was asking for.

My father made a point of doing something with each one of his 7 kids and therefore we all have a special memory of our time with him.

[Peaches McPhee]

Thanks for sharing!  My dad has been gone for 20 years!  What?

I often say that I wish everyone could have had a Daddy like I had.  We would all be better off . ..

[bonnie f]

im tearing up writing this.. lost my dad yrs ago. dad i miss and love you so much. i know how proud of me you are.. happy fathers day in heaven. i dream about him every now and then, i hope  thats a sign from him. happy  fathers day to all..

[dooBdoo]

@Lindsays Grandma,  Thank you for your positive, inspirational, uplifting, and often humorous threads.❤️   We never know when something we share might be exactly what someone needed to hear, and that can be a moment of grace, a benevolent gift.   

Fred Rogers said, "If you could only sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet;  how important you can be to the people you may never even dream of.   There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person."   

When we "meet" here, we bring energy to this place and it can be powerful, positive or negative.    I know I am thankful for the supportive, gracious, compassionate, good energy all of you here have shared with me along the way.   When I count my blessings, I count all of you in this community among them.   My love to you all.❤️

My beloved Daddy passed away when I was 17...  he was kind, funny, warm, and strong, a hard-working entrepreneur and a thoughtful man of faith -- he was magic -- and I'd give anything to have had more years in his presence.   Even so, I'm deeply, profoundly grateful for the time he was here with us.   Now and then we're lucky enough to be touched by grace, by magic, and when I'm feeling sad I try to remind myself that I was one of the lucky ones.❤️

[dooBdoo]

For all of you, from my heart to yours... ❤️

"Good dads never really die"

(6/6/14, written by Laurie Roberts, staff writer, AZ Republic newspaper)
 
"She was 4 years old and standing at the end of the diving board, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.
 "Jump," he said, as he treaded water below. "I'll catch you."
 So she did.
 
She was 18 and standing amid a pile of pink luggage in her new dorm room, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.
 "Go on," he said, as he gave her a hug and headed to the door. "I'm only a phone call away."
 So she did.
 
She was 22 and standing at the back of a church in white lace and satin, wanting to take that next step but scared even so.
 "Hold on," he said, as he offered his arm. "I won't let go."
 And he didn't.
 
Not that day and not in all the days and years that followed.  Not even now.
 
Good dads are like that.  They are always there, celebrating a daughter and helping her through the hard stuff, making it all seem so simple if you just hold on.
 
He was there when she accidently burned out the transmission on his car and when she accidently set fire to the garage.  (He was also there when she accidently took a chunk out of the garage while backing out but he was a tad angry that time, so it doesn't count.)
 
He was there when she took the bus home from college and wound up in the wrong state.   She called him late at night and of course he came for her.   Then he turned it into an adventure and never mind the food poisoning he picked up along the way home.
 
He was there when she was stranded on the freeway, never mentioning the fact that he was at work on the other side of town or that there is such a thing as AAA.
 
He was there for every scary moment in her life and for every joyous moment and for most of the moments in between.
 
Then, 10 years ago today, suddenly he wasn't there anymore.   There was grief early on, and a fear that the relentless forward march of time would carry us farther and farther apart.   The world moves on, after all, and it's painful still that he isn't here to see it.
 
But 10 years later, here are the things that she has learned.
 
Mostly, that the best fathers aren't remembered for the big things they do. Instead, it's a lifetime's worth of little things they do together that become the biggest thing of all.
 
The best moments, it turns out, are the ordinary ones.
 
His wonder at the blue hibiscus that she grew in the Arizona heat when he never could.   His delight in the stories that she wrote and the profession that they shared.   The sweetness of an evening walk, arm in arm, talking about anything or sometimes nothing at all.   The chance to watch him once she had children of her own, to see once again just how special it is to have a man such as this in a child's life -- even when the child is now a woman.
 
It's been 10 years since cancer claimed her father, but he still drops by now and then.
 
She sees him in her sister's smile.
She hears him when she writes something that is particularly good – or particularly bad.
She feels his delight in the tomatoes she tries to grow and his chuckle at the birds that claim every blasted last one of them.
 
She thinks of him when she sees a hibiscus in bloom or the cut of the mountains he loved against the desert sky at sunset.
Or the sight of any man with a well-loved and oh-so-lucky daughter.
 
And so she stands here, at the end of a decade without him, blessed and grateful and ready for all the next steps that will come in her life because she knows now what she couldn't possibly have understood 10 years ago -- that a part of him is here still.
 
Good dads, you see, never really die.  They are with you always.
 
All those years she thought she was wrapping him around her little finger?   Turns out he was wrapping himself around her heart."

[catter70]

My dad was my hero and I was certainly a daddies girl. He's been gone 26 years and I miss him as much today as I did then. Love you, Dad.

[SandySparkles]

@dooBdoo  Oh my! I am crying over here--happy tears. Thank you for sharing this heart tugging poem. I thoroughly enjoyed it!😊

~~~All we need is LOVE💖