The other day I visited my mom's blog, which I haven't done recently because she doesn't post on it much anymore (*ahem!*). And there, wouldn't you know, was a post, celebrating my dad's recent 60th birthday. You should go check it out. You'll see some fun photos of the Irish partying in honour of my dad. Plus, you'll see my dad, who doesn't look 60. At all. Here's hoping I inherit that trait . . .
Anyway, it occurred to me that here I've been writing about all these people who keep dying all over the place, and I should, because they deserve to be recorded. But there are also all the people who are living all over the place. And I'm certain I won't celebrate all of the ones I should (I just missed my brother's birthday, for example), nor as well as I should, but I did just want to announce to the world how grateful I am for my dad.
I love him. He's tremendous, in that quiet, soft-spoken way that somehow manages to make waves anyway. He's godly and wise, and also funny in that really-terribly-awful-pun sort of way that somehow manages to make you laugh anyway. (Well, some of us, at least. I think that might be an inherited trait, too.) I'm really grateful he's my dad, and I'm really grateful to be grateful, too, because you know, some daughters don't have that great a relationship with their fathers, but happily, I do.
8 comments:
Lovely blog about Dad. And yes, I have lots of things to write about on my blog....I just procrastinate! You didn't really miss Dave's birthday when you were with him, did you?
Mom--of course not! That was the Bluesfest. I just didn't recognise it (or him) in my blog . . .
It's nice to see that you love your dad; I expect he's a great guy. But if you REALLY love him, why did you let a clown invade his party?
Craver--well, sadly, I wasn't there.
That is sad! And your dad does look young. I'm surprised that he's sixty.
I love your comment that "live is happening all around us." It is such a challenge to keep our eyes open to the tragedy around us at the same time remembering that the universe is a great comedy in the end.
Celebrating the living... yes, I like that thought.
Yikes! I'm not at all sure I am worthy of such accolades. But thank you, Jenn, for your very kind (if embarrassing) words -- and for your devotion to your far-from-perfect dad. In the words of another father we admired, "You're very kind." (Or as his granddaughter used to say, "Don't be proud of me! Don't be proud of me!")
You are one of the great blessings of my life, Jenn: I'm glad you were always willing to trust me with what was on your mind and heart. ...AND you still laugh at my puns -- or at least groan appropriately!
Thank you for your loyalty and patient love that have made possible the delightful father-daughter relationship we enjoy. I love and admire you too. And I am proud of you!
Dad
Jenn, your mom does write very well-just like you. she has a gift for language just like you do as well.
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