Last Sunday was Fathers day and as I frequently do I pause to be Thankfully grateful for my dad. The picture is of a family dinner My mom and dad are on the left, mom’s leaning around dad. My Grandmother (Nana) is on the right. I thought and still do, that my dad was really handsome.
So many years ago and those in the picture have passed away. Yet the memories are always present and vivid.
Dad was raised in an orphanage from the age of about three months. His mother died right after he was born and his father couldn’t work and take care of him, his brother and sister, so he placed the three siblings in a Swedish Lutheran orphanage in Kansas (they were from Denver). I never heard any stories about his dad visiting but times were hard so I doubt if he did.
Dad treasured our family maybe more so because growing up he didn’t have any. He always had time to play and talk. I remember how my brother and I would beg dad to tell us stories about when he was a little boy in the orphans home. And, he did. As an adult, I’ve come to realize the gift I had in knowing my father as a little boy.
I read an article that said we influence life for seven generations. For good or bad. I don’t know about seven but I see my dad reflected in myself, my children and my grandchildren. Thankfully he’s a bright light.
I’ll leave you with my dad’s definition of success. I first heard this when I was a teenager and I have passed down. Some things stay with you.
“There is something you can do better than the average person. Find it and if you enjoy it you’re a success. It doesn’t matter if you are a ditch digger or manager of a company, YOU ARE A SUCCESS.”
With that kind of blueprint, how can a kid not succeed?
Happy belated Fathers day, Dad.