The day’s designation alone speaks volumes of what we cherish and celebrate in our lives, and I am no different. My Dad, a giant of a man, a humble, gentle, lifter of people, a strong moral man, and where my mind goes whenever I need a lesson of the importance in all of the above!!
Coming from the working class, he taught me to be proud of the simple things. His confidence in his self-worth, taught me dignity, and his acceptance of all people, taught me love.
I sit here writing with a smile on my face for one image, one memory that, to me, sums up all the attributes of which I mentioned.
My senior year at Madison College, I lived in the Tri Sigma sorority house. Somedays, after a class, I would walk into the house to find my Dad in his bib overalls and farm shoes sitting in our living room expounding some story with our wonderful housekeeper, Willie, with laughter spilling out the door! Him, with some food or necessity Mom had sent, and Willie comfortably enjoying this old farmer and his stories.
Earth shaking occasion?? Of course not. But in retrospect, exactly what we need in these days. Comfort and complete commonality with people different in every aspect of life, except loving hearts. Thank you Dad for one more reminder!
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