I haven’t done a re-blog in a while but in honor of Father’s Day, I wanted to re-blog this one.
First published on April 10th, 2015
I really like the song, The Greatest Man I Never Knew by Reba McEntire, which is about a troubled relationship between a father and a daughter.
“The greatest man I never knew
Came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had”
Came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had”
This doesn’t speak at all to the relationship I had growing up with my dad. However, the song affects me every time I hear it because my own father dedicated so much of his life to providing for his family.
My father is one of those people that takes a back seat and lets…
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Well this is so sweet. Your dad sounds like a prince. Oh my goodness, such a challenging start in life – to lose his mother and go into foster care? My hear breaks. I hope he has been enjoying his retirement.
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His story is incredible. Ella told him she wants to write about it someday. 💜
He’s definitely been enjoying his retirement!
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A wonderful re-post. Your dad’s story is amazing and sounds like a memoir in the making.
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The story of how my mom and dad met could also be a memoir. I plan on sharing that later this summer. 🙂
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Your dad sounds extraordinary!
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I think he is. 🙂
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What a beautiful post. Your dad sounds lovely. Sitting back, listening, & letting other people feel special is a rare talent. I love that your dad could even make working retail during the holidays fun!
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He is quite lovely. He made working those holiday’s so much better. For me, my co-workers, and the customers. 🙂
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Most of us are “Daddy’s girls” aren’t we? Or at least we think we are because I’m sure my sister would give me an argument as to which of us really was our daddy’s girl.
I grew up a decade or two before you but have many similar memories and even a few (though to a lesser degree) similar experiences.
I’m sure you consider yourself lucky to still have your dad in your life, to experience your kids and for them to experience him. That’s also the way I felt from the time my kids were born in the 1990s (and my parents had been able to retire young) till the day we lost him 16 years ago.
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Thank you so much for your kind words! I consider myself so fortunate to still have him here. 🙂
Sending you love.
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