It's my Dad's birthday... well, yesterday I guess, since the clock has already struck twelve...(why am I still up?) and I remembered that I had a tribute to the man over at my Old World, so I thought I'd run it again in honour of the Day, and in lieu of a card.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Lawrence Hedman, Come On Down!
It's Father's Day.
In church today we were to think about our Dad, and write down something that we appreciate about him.
I wrote
My Dad loves me.
My Dad grew up with an alcoholic father. I've never heard his whole story, but the bits I've been able to piece together indicate that he didn't have a great example of fatherly love. I don't think he ever learned how to express his love.
At least in words.
My Dad was always a hard worker.
He loved us by providing for us.
I don't think I've ever heard my Dad say I Love You.
The closest he's come, when I say, I love you, is Same here.
But, he says I love you with his eyes.
He says I love you with his hug.
He says I love you when he makes Mom phone to make sure we got home alright.
So, Happy Father's Day, Dad.
Thank you for giving me your ears.
Thank you for giving me your forehead and nose.
Thank you for giving me your sense of humour.
Thank you for giving me your love.
I love you back.
Oh I just LOVE that! That could be me writing about my dad. I know he loves me more than anything, but he?s not one to say it. But like you, I know that he says it in 1000 other ways, but providing for us, by checking the oil in my car every time I am home, by giving me an extra squeeze when we hug. I?m so glad that we are not hung up on hearing the words with our ears, because clearly we can hear the words with our hearts.
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