Reflections: My father 112 Articles

by Gail Kavanagh

After we buried my father, we began the sad process of packing his life away. Everything we touched held a memory, and naturally we planned to cherish those items that held the most emotional connection. For me, that wo...read more

by johalin

I have never celebrated Father's Day for the simple reason that I never knew or saw my father. To me he is the Irishman from Galway who drunkenly made the mistake of getting involved with a woman whose mother had wanted t...read more

by Nan Keltie (Parenting-Styles Steward)

The last gift I gave to my father wasn't wrapped. I hadn't shopped for it nor even paid for it. Actually, it cost me nothing but a moment of time. The giving of that gift all started with a phone call from my sister. ...read more

by Trudy Graham

I left home when I was in my mid-teens, mainly to escape my father's temper and his drunken rages. My earliest memories of my father are good ones. I and my sisters ran to meet him when he came home from work, searchin...read more

by Rebecca Wisniewski

I remember how excited I'd get when my dad promised he'd pick me up for the weekend. I was only 3 or 4 years old. I eagerly stood in the picture window watching for his red truck with the faded white cap to pull up. I had ...read more

by Francine Larson

Daddy's Shoes It seemed so strange. They were slightly scuffed and worn but now lay unmoving and silent. They were placed on the closet floor just the way Daddy had left them, as if they were waiting for him....read more

by Cynthia Linville

While growing up, my bothers and sisters and I enjoyed hearing our father speak of his days in the military. Dad said one of the first things he learned in the Marine Corps was not to ask why or how. Those in charge wo...read more

by Emily Joy White

A Very Perfect Gentle Knight Chaucer, in Canterbury Tales, wrote of the perfect gentle knight and about his kind ways and perfect manners. My father was a 30-year naval officer who displayed many of the traits Chaucer ...read more

by Leann Zotis

Growing up, I feared my father. He wasn't mean. He did not hurt his children, other than an occasional, well deserved, swat on the bum. In the tender, early years of my life I did not understand the difference between f...read more

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by Renata Hunter

FATHERHOOD: All of us hunger to give our father in FATHER'S DAY lots of hugs and kisses on that special day, go out to dinner or cook him his favorite meal, and of course buy him gifts. Many of us just can't simply bec...read more

by Annalou Mack

MY FATHER WAS A WONDERFUL MAN That my father was a wonderful man is an opinion shared by neighbors, friends and family. He was a man that knew many hard times, endured much suffering but maintained his sense of humor, ...read more

by Alexander Natiku

For a son a father is a very important role model. I try and remember this with my son, an only child. I was raised in a family with 3 sisters and was the only boy. It certainly was interesting, but honestly I did feel alo...read more

by Barry Williams

My father watched over me from a distance. I knew he cared for me but there existed a gulf between us that was never bridged . Whenever I attempted to build a bridge ,so as to speak , and cross over a simple frown on his ...read more

by Lau Pin Lean

My father- I don't even know how to begin, except that I owe my existence to him. He is, besides my daughter and husband, the love of my life, and not in that sick, crappy, Electra complex kind of way: he gives me the love...read more

by Barry Vale

Just like my mum, my dad made his debut in 1932 but during December. All his life he was blighted with bad luck, being named Shirley and not been the size of Big Daddy did not help (whose real name was Shirley Crabtree). ...read more

by Kristal Mcvicar

He is a big man, or at least he seemed to be when I was younger. Huge in every way. He stood close to six feet tall at the time, had a booming voice one could not mistake when heard in a crowd and a smile that stretched fr...read more

by K L Humphreys

Dad was born in Oceana, West Virginia, on the third of August 1929, a very long time ago. He was one of five children born to a coal miner, a not so pleasant man. My grandmother died when my dad was about nine years ol...read more

by David Skolnik

I was blessed to have been one of the chosen ones, adopted at birth. My dad, Gilbert, was a hard-working, fun-loving, but simple fellow. He and my mom, Miriam, gave me a brother in 1958. We lived in a cozy Cape Cod in the ...read more

by iamghines

A Great Man My father was a great man. His determination to accomplish anything and knowing how he endured adversities fulfilling his responsibilities are very inspiring. Growing up was not that fun for him. Hi...read more

by Jan Castagnaro

Reflections: My father The early years I remember as a small girl, about the age of 4, that my daddy was literally a giant from some fairy tale story who had been sent to protect me from everything scary and danger...read more