The Story of a Dad
In Celebration of Father's Day (Previously published 6/21/2021)
This guy, my Dad, was and still is my hero. He served his country in the Navy during the Korean War.
He and Mom reared four children, losing two along the way.
He taught me the meaning of integrity and keeping my word.
I can’t remember a time when he made a promise he didn’t keep. If I asked him, he’d probably tell me there were times, that he’s no different than anyone else on planet earth, but that’s because along with being honest and hard-working, he’s also one of the most humble people I’ve ever known.
The story of my naming goes like this:
Dad was overseas when I was born. Mom was able to call him and tell him the good news, that now he had a boy and a girl who awaited his arrival stateside again. My brother is thirteen months older than me.
They discussed names for me. Mom said she’d like to name me Heather. Dad said, “No, her name is Debra.” And that was it, no discussion.
I like it that Dad was the one who picked my name.
One memory I have is way back when I was still in grade school. Dad worked long hours and sometimes didn’t arrive home until after 8PM. Mom kept his dinner warm for him.
At that time, in the middle sixties, he worked at and later owned, a service station. The kind where you pull up at a pump and an attendant would race out of a service bay to render you service. I know, it’s a foreign concept these days.
And my Dad could run with the best of them . . .
He wore a white uniform, shirt and pants. Mom had to launder those heavy whites, and yours truly–more often than not–had to iron them.
Hated it back then. But what I wouldn’t give now to be able to iron his clothes again . . .
Dad is still with us as I edit this post for 2022. It is now my high honor and privilege to participate in his care–but it’s nothing compared to how this man cared for me, and still does.
Today, I look around at our world and feel heartbroken that so many kids do not have a Dad like mine, who lived out an Abba relationship with Father God.
On Father’s Day, I celebrate my own Dad, and also remember that we have a good Father God who longs for that Abba relationship with us. He has given us all we need, in His Word and in the world He created for us to live in, to know Him and share communion with Him.
This is my prayer for you:
If you never had the kind of human Daddy relationship that fostered unconditional love and taught you who God is and what He’s really like, I pray you will begin to know your true Dad, and that you will be able to celebrate that on Father’s Day.
Deb, this is a lovely tribute to your dad. He sounds very much like my own father, and, like you, I treasure the memories I have. Please let your dad know that your friends also honor him at this time.
He is a lovely person, Kay. Thank you for reading and commenting. I will surely tell him he is being celebrated!
What a beautiful story of your Dad! Very special.
Thank you, Vicki! I’m sure this “Story of a Dad” could be oft repeated all over the world. Thanks for reading and commenting.
And have a great day . . .
Thanks for the good reminder of honoring our fathers! Mine is gone & I know I’ll see him again in heaven! Praying for your dad that the Lord will bring healing & comfort until He call’s him home?
Thanks, Rick! Yes, my dad is a believer. He’s getting tired, but still wants to stick around for awhile. (I think mainly to visit with our dog, Hoka, who he loves.) We take her with us most visits, along with a bag of treats, which he feeds her. Sometimes he says, “If you don’t bring the doggy, don’t bother coming!” But with a grin on his face. 🙂
Thanks for reading and responding. Have a great day, and praying for Laurie . . .
Lovely tribute. Wonderful that you can take care of your dad as he once cared for you. Hoka could make anyone smile!
Wishing your dad a Happy Father’s Day surrounded by love…which he obviously will be.
Thank you, Debbie. I feel like I’m not doing even a quarter of what he did for me.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Well written and your thoughts run true! Fathers and Daughters have a special relationship that only God the father can understand! Bravo Deb!
Thanks, Dr. Bob! He’s one of a kind, for sure, and I’m proud to call him Dad.
Thanks for reading and responding!
Great tribute, for Fathers’ Day, Deb. Father’s leave a legacy. And it’s often later in life that we realize how special our father’s were. Wonderful story.
Thanks, Steve! My Dad’s legacy is integrity, humility, and service. Can’t get much better than that!
Thank you for reading and commenting. Always encouraging.