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Heartwings Love Notes 884 – Fathers are Special

Heartwings says, "Fathers are special, and we honor them as best we can."

As it is wisely said, no one is perfect, because God isn't finished with us yet. Perfection may be something to strive for, and attaining it is most likely impossible. People are people and bound to mess up. Fathers can't be perfect either. Some are cruel, whether consciously or unconsciously. I knew someone once who told me that her father used to tell her and her brother to jump of the kitchen table and he'd catch them, only he wouldn't. He told them he wanted to teach them not to trust what a person said.

He meant well. My father would taunt me and my siblings when we made mistakes. He wanted us to toughen up, learn not to care what people thought. Did he succeed? I believe he did, however it took a while to sink in. Meanwhile, I resented his pointing finger and his "ha ha" followed by some negative comment. That was not all. We had a lot of fun together too, and he could be very kind. I once came home to the apartment my young husband and I shared to find him sweeping the rug. I didn't have a vacuum and hadn't realized I could sweep it with a broom.

He bought me my first washing machine—it was state of the art for the time, with a rubber tub that squeezed the water out of the clothes. He taught me how to dance, and he was a good dancer. He gave me money for years, an allowance that helped greatly when I was first married. Later on he paid for my health insurance because he wanted to take care of me. No, he wasn't perfect, and I didn't care. I loved him faults and all. He lived large and had wonderful charm. He had a lovely smile and he smiled often.

I miss him. Yet I miss most the father of my childhood and youth, when he was strong , energetic and good looking. He was a snappy dresser and loved loud ties and colorful clothing.  Bad habits and ill health took their toll. His later years were not happy and he declined mentally. It was difficult to see him so diminished. Yet once in a while the old smile radiated from his face and sometimes he told a joke or said something cute and funny that recalled the man he had been when I was little and we used to build sand castles and jump the waves together.

My you have good memories of your father, or build them while you can.

P.S. If you have tales to tell about your father, I would love to hear them. Your emails or letters always make my day. Thanks for any comments, always

I love to hear from readers and would be honored if you would comment and let me know any suggestions or thoughts. If a friend sent you this, you can sign up at my web site, www.heartwingslovenotes.com, where more love notes can be found in the archives.

Blessings and Best Regards,
Tasha Halpert
 

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