A memory about your father

I remember how worried he was as we rushed to the hospital. I remember lighting fire crackers with him when I was little. I remember sitting in the garage and pounding nails into a block of wood while he was out there, and him smiling and helping me start a dozen new ones when I completely smashed the others into an unrecognizable lump. And I remember him trying to draw his last breath and use it to say I love you. Miss you a ton Dad. Thanks for showing me how to be a good father. Love ya. :'-)

My dad adopted me when I was 6 after my mom got remarried. He did so after my biological dad got killed in a motorcycle accident at the age of 24. My adoptive dad has always raised me at his own. I have never referred to him as my step-dad. To me he is and always will be daddy. One of my favorite memories of him are....him sitting on the floor leaning against the couch. I sat behind me and put little plastic multicolored barrettes in his hair. He also let me put bright red lipstick, blush and eyeshadow on him. I loved when he let me do this. Its amazing how some memories of my dad are so clear. I can remember everything about the house we lived in then. I love you dad...I thank you for teaching me about unconditional love.

i too agree with this my dad died when i was 12 and i have the most amazing step dad i could wish for always there when things got arrr growing up and still there now that i have my own family.xxx

I remember my Dad as being quite athletic. Played football in high school, on local baseball teams when we were young, etc.
Anyhoo, he use to challenge us kids to race against him in the back yard. He'd beat us too! :laugh:

One time I got caught smoking in high school. The school expelled me until I brought in a parent. My dad went to school with me (we actually walked there!) and he didn't get mad at me. He told me he wouldn't tell my mom if I promised to be good.
Well, I don't know about the 'good' part dad, but I did finally quit smoking April1, 2010 after 30 years.

My dad was the best. Every kid on the block loved him. He was so funny.
He respected me. He never, ever raised a hand to hit me although I never, ever wanted to disappoint him. He let me know when I did and I did not like it!

I miss my father so much. Those of you who have great dads that are still with you...you are lucky.

Happy Fathers Day!

I remember my dad letting my sister and I ride our horses down the back, unpaved country roads for miles and miles and meeting up in Mumford (a tiny farming community) at the general store to buy us old fashioned, in the glass bottle cokes. I remember him taking us camping and teaching us to fish. I remember him taking me dove hunting when I wanted to learn to hunt and shoot a gun, so I could see a shot gun really does kill, so I am extra cautious and don't shoot myself or anyone else. And my dad is a huge prankster, and I remember him waking up the entire household at my grandmother's on the lake by blowing a duck call at 3am. He had been out trout-lining for catfish in the swampy lake, and my grandmother was suppose to go with him. She didn't wake up so he did that to get her up! I love my dad, he has always let me know I was special and loved. He taught me to whistle, and to pray. He taught me to work hard, and to play harder. Everyone should be as lucky as I was to have a daddy like mine.

I didn't get to spend that much time with my dad when i was a child,... he worked all the time,..building hospitols, and schools in Detroit. I remember waiting out on the front stoop to hear his truck coming down the road everyday. When he did have free time we spent it well playing baseball, (he and i, with my 3 sisters)... having water fights (literally dragging the hose in the house to drench each other)...LOL I remember he would stick his finger up my nose, and then try to stick it in my mouth for a laugh~ but i found it so annoying:)

These stories are so sweet! I have so many wonderful memories of my dad and am blessed to be able to make new ones every day. I get my love of reading from my daddy. When I was little, he would lay in bed and read every night. I would crawl up in the bed and curl up next to him with my head on his chest. He would let me read the "big words." That lasted until I noticed a word I hadn't heard before and asked what it meant. Now I know why he panicked, it was a really bad word!! From that point, I brought my own books to our reading time

I am the baby and the only girl. I am very proud to say that I am 100% a Daddy's girl.

I'm really enjoying reading these! I have lots of good memories of my Daddy, but some of my favorites were from the year I was 7. The factory he worked in at the time closed, so he stayed home for a while with my sister and me. We tease him about being "Mr. Mom", but he was actually really great at it. He made homecooked meals every day (my dad's a great cook), drove us to and from school, and went to our parent-teacher conferences and after school events. He took us fishing and shopping during the summer. And he sure kept us busy! We helped him paint the house and the garage, redecorate the living room, work on cars, and do all kinds of work around the house and yard. But of all the memories I have from that time, the one that stands out the most was when we were working outside and I got a painful splinter. I wanted to leave it in my hand until my mom got home from work because I was absolutely certain that dad's couldn't get splinters out without hurting you. I was convinced that only moms could do things like that. LOL My dad turned out to be better at splinter removal than my mom. He had rough callouses from so many years of working with his hands, but I can distinctly remember how gentle he was. I always loved my Daddy, but that was the moment I learned to trust him unconditionally. And from that day on whenever I would get a splinter I would go to Dad, not Mom. LOL I've told him many times, but maybe I should call him today and tell him one more time what a blessing in disguise that year was.

My father worked long and hard when I was growing up. 12 hr days 6 days a week sometimes 7days. But when he was home at night and was able to spend time with me he would crawl into my fort that I made between the two couches and sit for hours playing cards and teaching my different card games and eatting snacks with me. Or if it was a weekend he would always take me with him no matter what he was doing, going to his brothers and sisters house or fixing his car or just shopping. I was his youngest child out of five kids and when I was 5 and 6 my siblings were already in high school or had families. I got alot of time with my dad and he would tell me stories of when he was young and things that only life teaches. I love him and am glad he is still in my life and that he was still able to walk me down the aisle for my wedding.

Dang blurry monitor......My dad was 50 when I was born and I never once thought he was old when I was a kid. He was a farmer all his life. He just barely missed being in WW1 because they were not quite to the point of taking the last man left on a farm. Apparently they needed farmers about as badly as they needed soldiers. He turned 18 in 1918 when the war ended.

I don't remember playing much with him but I was with him a lot being a go-fer and listening to his stories about back when. I heard many fascinating stories about rural life at the end of the 19th century and start of the 20th. I learned how to husk corn by hand, bale hay and get it in the haymow (attic of a barn). I know how good fresh unpasteurized milk tastes and how to get it out of a cow. I can still smell the warm yeasty, slightly alcoholic aroma of the ensulage (chopped green corn) on a cold winter day when I would climb into the silo to fork down food for the cattle.

His main pleasures were the Detroit Tigers and boxing. I watched many ball games and Friday night fights on our fuzzy black and white t.v. with him, sharing a bowl of popcorn.

He lived to see all four of his grand children and two great grands. He passed at home, in his sleep, just two weeks short of 98. Thanks Dad for all the good times and life lessons I had at your side. Now I gotta clean this dang monitor...

I remember my dad taking me on my first rollarcoaster at the age of 4. The Screaming Eagle at Six Flags. When the ride started we quickly realized that I was too small, and too light for this big ride. I was coming up out of the seat during the downhill runs, feet completely off the floor. Dad held me down the entire time and made sure I still enjoyed the ride. When we got off I was shaking from head to toe, pale, and bug-eyed. Dad said, "well, what did you think?" and I said, "c-c-can we do it again?" He and I have always had a great time riding rollarcoasters together. We are thrill seekers.

I also remember our weekly camping trips during the summer. One year when I was 13 a cute boy came up during a dance/gathering at the local beach and was about to ask me to dance. My dad jumped up, grabbed my hand and said, "come on, let me show you how to do the funky chicken!". I had so much fun acting like a dork with him that I completely forgot about the boy--who also was no longer interested in dancing with me after watching the funky chicken. LOL!

I remember all those nights that even after working 11 hours, and wanting to just rest and relax after work....dad would either play games, go outside and play vollyball, or read to me.

My dad is an amazing hard working man.