I was off last week and took the kids to the Ozarks for the daunting task of cleaning out my parents home for an auction next month. What an overwhelming job it was for me and my brother. Sadly, Joe and Sable were neglected much of the time. Even more sad, they weren't much help. Joe loved being in his ole big backyard and ran the fence barking what seemed non stop. Poor Sable was under the hydrangeas or honeysuckle looking for a cool spot much of the time. Sable did not care for all the steps to climb. But they enjoyed all the people that came around while we were there.
On our trip back, Sable gave up the position of co captain and let Joe keep his eyes on the road for a change. In the end, we were all glad to get back home and get some rest.
I'm grateful this Father's Day to have had such a patient and loving Father. Since this is my first Father's Day without a Father it will be a sad day. The man that I never knew to weigh more than 140 pounds would have appreciated a box of candy today as much as any woman would on a special occasion. I definitely got my sweet tooth from him. But unfortunately, I have experienced different results. I can picture him now smoking his pipe and culling through a box of chocolates that my older brothers had sent him from the big city when they were in college.
I appreciate his patience and laid back demeanor more these days than ever, a quality that I'm sure contributed to him living to be almost 99 years of age. I can remember coming home after driving his 98 Oldsmobile to a high school party where it was hit in the parking lot. I was hysterical and in tears but I can remember my friend Reb telling me that my Dad would be cool about it. He was right. When I got home, I told my Dad what had happened and he put down whatever he was reading that night and said, "let's go take a look at it". I can still remember the calm that came over me. Better than any drug that I have ever experienced.
I'm glad to have had a loving Father as well. Although, I can only remember him telling me that he loved me as a young man once and that was when I left home at 18 years of age. After my Mother died in 1998, he became much more verbal in expressing his affection. I suppose he stood back and let her be the lovey dovey one all those years?
So on this sad day, I'm cherishing the many fond memories that I have of my Dad.