My Daddy, My Hero

With Father's Day approaching this Sunday, my thoughts this evening are turning toward my hero, my daddy. My daddy loved his family and took great pride in providing for his family. He worked all one autumn digging up tree stumps from a farmer's field to have enough money to buy a winter coat for my sister, Myra, when she was just a young girl. My mother had Parkinson's Disease and for the last ten years of her life, my daddy was momma's major caregiver. Daddy had two daughters, Myra and I, and no sons. I suppose I turned out to be his surrogate son. We went fishing together and watched sports together. To this day, I love to go fishing and usually always watch some sporting event on tv and not a whole lot of anything else. Daddy was "Pop" to his grandchildren and let me tell you, he worshipped the ground they walked on. My boys would say, "Pop, have you seen that new Monster Wheels Truck at Wal-Mart?" and daddy would say, "No, I don't think I have. Let's go take a look at one because I think you need one of those." They would soon be back home with the latest Monster Truck one for each, Jeremy and Aaron. Tonight I am thankful for my daddy and the legacy he left for our entire family. He was a man of God and treated all people with respect and dignity. He loved to laugh and have a good time. His presence is with me each day. I have raised two sons, and I can see my daddy in them as they love their families and strive to meet the needs of their wives and children. I am wishing all father's everywhere the happiest of Father's Day and thank you for the positive influences you have made in our lives. Sending love to each of you, sweet friends.