I went to church today and Pastor Mark preached about character and integrity. These are the things that a father should have and want to be remembered for when they are gone. It was a great sermon but it somewhat made me sad because I don’t remember my Dad for his character and integrity. I then went on to read a lot of blogs today from bloggers worldwide thanking their fathers for being such a great Dad. I thought about it a lot today and thought maybe I should thank my Dad too:
Thanks Dad for changing your name and never letting us know who you really were. I am glad that I do not know my heritage or any of my family members from your side of the tracks. Even though I have no clue where I came from, I do know where I am going.
Thanks Dad for letting us know that you had two daughters before marrying my Mom, adopting her boys (my brothers) and donating your sperm for me. If I could find Pammy and Lisa (yes, this is all I know about them) I would let them know how lucky they were that you walked out of their life and never looked back.
Thanks Dad for never taking me to church or teaching me about God. It makes me so happy to know that you respected me enough to allow me to make my own choice about religion. Because you allowed me to make my own choice about religion, I made poor choices about life in general. God should have always been first in my life from the day I was born. But you made sure that didn’t happen. How dare anyone love someone in life more than you.
Thanks Dad for always making sure I knew how to make friends. I mean, because we moved every two or three years I had to, right? Because of that I tried very hard never to get close to anyone because we would be moving again. I still have that ability. The ability to distance myself from everyone. They say home is where the heart is. I never had a home.
Thanks Dad for making sure I always went to the doctor and to the dentist like I should have growing up. Because I was so well taken care of I only needed $13,000.00 worth of work on my teeth when I turned 18 and was able to care for myself. And that broken nose you never took me to the doctor for, well I finally got that fixed too when I was in my thirties, well after you had died from your drinking.
Thanks Dad for showing all of us how to drink really well. Alcoholism, whether genetic or learned, you made sure it effected every one of us.
Thanks Dad for being sure we all knew what a strong man you were. We were all left speechless every time you showed your strength when you beat one of my brothers, or even my Mom for that matter.
Thanks Dad for being such a great leader and for taking charge in the family. Your guidance taught us so well. We knew that as long as we pounded our own chest that everyone was sure to respect us. Respect was not something we would have to earn in life, right? As long as we controlled everyone we came in contact with we would be okay.
Thanks Dad for always being so proud of me in school. For not attending my induction into the National Honor Society. For not attending my high school graduation. For not encouraging me to go to college. Mom always said my mind was wasted, but who was she to speak up? I’m still learning Dad, every day I learn something new.
Thanks Dad, for playing Russian roulette with Mom, literally. Although she married you, she always knew she was the lucky one, finding one of the five empty chambers every time. Did you ever think she would outlive you? She didn’t. She was certain you would kill her first.
Thanks Dad, for teaching me how to fish. Yep, thanks Dad, I’m glad I know how to fish.
Wow, Dad. Who would have known I would have so much to say “Thank you” for? Really, Thanks Dad, because if it were not for you, I would not be who I am today. That’s not to say that you helped or encouraged me to be the person that I am, but you certainly showed me who I did not want to be.
As a participant in the Zero to Hero challenge my 11th task is to be a good neighbor, leave at least three comments and share some links you love with your readers.
I try to comment on posts that touch my emotions. Some make me laugh. Some make me cry. Some make me think. Some teach me. There is a variety of topics that can be found, an abundance of sites you can learn from and opinions on any subject matter can be found. I would call WordPress the Webster’s Dictionary of Life.
Today, instead of linking to those sites that I may have commented on I am choosing to pick one of my sites that has touched my heart.
We have never met. We have never emailed each other. We have never spoken. Yet I find myself thinking about her every day. Although the site isn’t what one would define as exciting, it is the epitome of what WordPress is all about. To be honest, I am not even sure how I stumbled upon it. She is someone in need. She is doing all the right things, therapy, medicine, religion, self-improvement, etc. but still cannot find the answers. Perhaps if she knew your story, or if knew she was not alone, it would lift her spirits. Sometimes people just need to hear different opinions or be exposed to different outlooks. Sometimes people just need a purpose. She is an awesome photographer and can be found at Anne F Kelly 62.
I don’t have a lot of followers, so I encourage people to re-blog my post, or to link her site on yours so others can contact her and perhaps enrich her life.