World’s Best Dad

My Dad

By My Father’s Sister, Feb. 18, 1982

Who is clever? Who is smart?

Whose neutrons originate from the heart?

My Dad

who brightens our ordinary days

with whistling, quips, and

piano-tingling ways?

My dad

who repairs many things

from shattered glasses to broken wings?

My Dad

who remembers formulas and

equations too,

but knows what Tense wants him to do?

My Dad

whose patience wears from time to time

because he’s sick or tired,

but always remains a gentle man,

by all his friends adored!

My Dad

who dries my tears when dreams are bad?

Who understands my fears?

Who accepts my love of music,

Who never changes through the years?

My dad, that’s who –

DADDY


No one in all the galaxies grew up with a dad like mine.

As the poem above states, there is no one like Dad. Call it a cliché line other daughters use for their fathers. Daddy is not a chemist, as the poem above hints about my Grandfather Dickinson, but the thoughts and heart behind the poem are the same.

Stories are told at dinner and card games about Dad’s legendary appetite. His strength, energy, and absolute undying love are the stuff of legend. At my son’s second birthday party Saturday, Dad’s sister mentioned how sick he was as a child with asthma and missed out on a lot. Once Dad reached adulthood, he was not missing out on anything.

Dad went on canoe trips, and loved to stay by the water. He dug in the sand next to the water and let sand slip through his fingers. He created large, “drippy sand castles.” He also made the biggest sand castles by using his hands as diggers. The deepest moat surrounded dad’s regular sand castles.

After a day on the beach, Dad is not truly at the beach until a bucket of steamed oysters sits in front of him. A boy’s grin appears on his face as he looks at the silver treasure chest of appetite joy.

When I was a baby, the lights went out in the restaurant. Dad had one huge bucket in front of him. He didn’t hesitate as wait staff worked to find out when the electricity would come back on. He reached in the bucket and began opening the oysters. A man turned on his flashlight, and a crowd gathered. They cheered him on like he was the star on Man vs. Food. He finished the entire bucket. Everyone thought he needed some type of award.


Stories about Dad could go on to create a 900,000 word novel. The most important part of Dad is his heart. Dad taught love and forgiveness through his own actions. At the end of his career as an insurance adjuster, Dad became a stay-at-home parent for my brother and me.

Mom always worked hard as a teacher, and suffered when she tried to become pregnant a second time. Hands on caregiver, Dad prepared my baths, laid out my clothes despite my family’s objections, and fixed meals.

Dad gave of himself to his church and to strangers. Some called him gullible. Mom said Dad and she saw life through rose-colored glasses.

I call Dad Superman.

When I began Sons of the Edisto six years ago—inspired by his father—Dad said, “We’ll see how well you stick to this project.”

Six years later, Dad says, “When are you sending it off (to an agent)?” It is his way of saying, “I want to see it make money” and “I support you in all endeavors.”

Again, in his actions, Dad drove me to Bamberg, South Carolina for my research and photos. On one occasion, he kept my son so I could drive to the South Carolinana Library for further research. Dad provided the stories to inspire the novel. Without his knowledge and support there wouldn’t be a Sons of the Edisto.

Without his love, I wouldn’t be me.

About these ads

Tagged: , , , ,

2 thoughts on “World’s Best Dad

  1. Elliot June 18, 2012 at 7:14 PM Reply

    A nice tribute to your dad for Fathers day!

    • rtd14 June 22, 2012 at 1:32 AM Reply

      Thank you very much! I love my Dad a bunch! He is a character. He never fails to make me laugh.

Please leave your own word or more. Comments are appreciated!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

California Dreamin' by Rob Darrow

...about online learning, education and libraries

teachingmswhite

Learn through Writing

Marsha Murdock

English Instructor

plonyx77

Online Writing

the reading and writing teacher

Strategies, Ideas, Research, and Responses

The Write Site

Aha. You found me.

Refreshingly Random

Need I say more?

61 Musings

Musings from a 61 year old introvert.

jovinacooksitalian

Healthy Italian Cooking at Home

Natasha's Memory Garden

A fine WordPress.com site

Writings From Dr. Oolie's Pond

Poetry, Prose, and Random Thoughts

Milkshakes In Spring

"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see"

John M. Cusick

Write. Represent.

Scattered Pages

A Writer's Ramblings

justlatsblog

4 out of 5 dentists recommend this WordPress.com site

A Lot On Your Plate

A budget friendly blog (now an official website) that gives creative & practical tips, recipes, and more, to help inspire, organize, & simplify your life!

Project Light to Life

A bucket list blog: exploring happiness, growth, and the world.

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 1,052 other followers

%d bloggers like this: