Saturday, June 20, 2009

Happy Father's Day

Growing up as a young girl I had the best DAD in the world, still do! My Dad would always whistle and sing. He could hardly carry a tune but he would sing as if he could. He was a hard worker. I can remember when my Dad would ride his bike to work so Mom could have the car. My Dad never spanked me! NEVER!! Not that I was that good, but my Dad had a way of talking to you, kind of like an interview with the Bishop, so when you were bad, you knew you had an interview with Dad. I would have rather had a spankin' than an interview. I never wanted to disappoint him! He loved me and I knew it, always! He is a kind, big hearted man.

Here's a story by "Susan Branch" that really touched me and I wanted to share it with you.

My dad was 23 when I was born, I'm the first of his 8 children. We are both a lot older now, but I'm still his baby. A couple of years ago I was on the train, almost to Galesburg, talking to him on my cell -- he was in Arizona. Cell service from the train is spotty, and the reception started going bad; he couldn't hear me anymore. I could hear him fine; he was saying, "Sue, I can't hear you, Sue? Sue! I'm losing you. I'm LOSING you . . ." I felt helpless with the phone in my hand; I could hear him and was doing that frantic cell thing, "Dad! Dad, can you hear me?" -- and even though I knew we were just talking about a phone call, the "losing you" felt so sad, I had tears in my eyes, I wanted to say, "you're not losing me, here I am, I'm right here; you'll never lose me."


Paula said...

I have so many fond memories of your Dad. Some of them started way back before you were born. Give him hugs for me, please, and tell him I think he's GREAT!

Jerry said...

I know how frustrating and sad it is to hear "I'm losing you". And as the story goes, it is just a phone call but it happens all the time when driving from Mesa to Pine, or on to Joseph City.