Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Fathers Day

I'm thinking today of my father. I do not have any memories of living with my father. As I have written before my mother died when I was very young and after she died I and the youngest two brothers went to live with an uncle and aunt. There were 8 children in all.

Every Sunday my dad and the other siblings would come to our house for dinner and visit. What I remember most is sitting on my Daddy's lap when he came to visit. He had black hair which he combed straight back (without a part). I would get my little comb and play with his hair. I would put a part in it or comb it all down over his face etc. He never complain about this. I guess he just liked it that his little girl would sit on his lap. I know he missed me not living with him and only seeing me on the Sunday.

As time went on my uncle really became my father. I never called him Dad. He was always Uncle Pete but he was my dad in every sense of the word. When I married my Uncle Pete walked me to the front to my husband-to-be. My dad sat in the front row with a big smile on his face.

So I really had the love of two Dads. Both of them are waiting for me in heaven.


Mari said...

It's a sad story, but what a blessing to have an uncle and aunt who were willing to step in for such a big responsibility.

Cherdecor said...

What an amazing journey you have been on and what an amazing person you have become! God certainly has had his hand on you.

Glenda said...

What a touching post and tribute to your two dads, Connie!