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Well, it's almost that day. I look forward to it with mixed emotions. This is D-Day (Daddy's Day) number two without my own Daddy. That pretty much still sucks. Can't do anything about it. So I'll just do as he would want me to...stick out my chest chin and go on with life. Remember the good great times and forget the other ones. Logan's Daughter is tough. I will not dishonor his memory by being less than the lady he taught me to be. (I can still bait my own hook, clean my own weapon and change a tire! I'll beat you at poker and laugh. I'll hold my head up and always be proud of my DNA.)
Some Fathers I have known and what they meant in my life:
Hubby: the father of our children. Goes without saying. He was the best, gave his best and continues to be a loving Pappy to our grand-girls. He completes me and is my best friend.
Son-in-love: Daddy of the Three Princesses! What would my life be without him? He is the son I didn't have to labor for 58 hours to give birth. I didn't have to feed him or pay teenage car insurance on him. He is a great Daddy and just a wonderful person. He sure makes pretty little girls...and I'm not one bit prejudiced. I do love this sweet man.
Father-in-law: Lord knows that man loved me! I only had the love of this wonderful, kind man for ten years. He died much too young. He told people I was his daughter and treated me like a queen. He called me "Sue" and thought I hung the moon. Maybe it was because I took his only child off his hands! I was blessed to have the love of this gentle, quiet man. I can still hear his voice as he would say, "Sue, how about making me a pan of cat-head biscuits?" I would make them, he would eat them and we would enjoy some special time together talking about his son as a child. I learned so much from him. I miss him. No one else has ever called me "Sue". That honor left with him.
My best friend's father: Mr. Clark. He would drive us to the movie or the skating rink or just for ice cream when we were too young to drive. He would make faces as we talked about boys and assured us that boys were full of cooties! He worked hard to provide for his family. When we were seniors in high school he died suddenly of a heart attack. I remember crying because he died and I was afraid my Daddy would die, too. At graduation there was an empty chair in his place where all the other parents sat.. I learned that not all Daddys lived forever.
My Baby Brother: We thought of having him nutered when he was sixteen. The thought of him reproducing gave us all chills. Then something happened. He grew up. He became a Marine. He fell in love with a girl and she was dumb enough to marry him. Here it is 20 years later and I have a nephew who is 15 and a niece who is 13. Everytime they call me "Aunt Carolyn"...i just melt. I never get tired of hearing their voice. Although the Nephew is sounding more and more like his dad! Baby Bro is a great Dad! As I watch him through the years I realize he is more and more like our own Daddy. He had a good role model. I see our Dad's kindess in his eyes. I see his patience with the kids as they ask a million questions. I see him take them fishing and build a campfire in the back yard so they can roast hot dogs and marshmallows and talk about life. Yep, there's a lot of Logan in that boy man. Daddy would be so proud. I know I am.
My Abba Father: He is the one I've not met face to face yet. He is the one who guides me day by day and I feel His presence. He is the one I can talk to with my mouth or my heart. He knows me, yet he loves me and has made provisions for me to live forever with my family who have already crossed Jordan and wait just inside the Eastern Gate of Heaven. Without Him, I would have never known love or kindness or peace in the midst of a storm. All the men I've mentioned above know Him. They each one represent Him in some way here on Earth.
Someone somewhere once said, "Any man can be a father but it takes someone special to be a Dad".
Yep. I've been fortunate to know and love some of those special men.
Sunday is your day, men. Think of what an honor it is for a child to look up to you and call you "Daddy", "Pop", "Father". You may not have given birth with your body, but you can give birth with your heart.
Happy Father's Day to all the Dad's in blogland.
I'll just ask my Abba Father to reach over and give Logan's hand a squeeze and say it's from his little girl. That will do until I get there.
Mz Scarlett...loving the special Daddy's in my life.
