Jun 18 2017

Fathers

Dad and me circa 1957

My Dad died in 1989. Yet, he is with me every day.

I see his dimples in my cheeks as well as in the faces of my daughters and grandchildren. I see his love of gardening in the landscape around my house as well as in my children’s love of gardening, which they are passing on to yet another generation. I hear him in my grandson’s guitar playing.  Last week I visited John Campbell Folk School. I was taking tinsmithing, but had occasion to go to the wood working shop. As I watched my birdhouse being cut out on the bandsaw, with the smell of fresh wood shavings filling the air like it did in my Dad’s workshop, his presence poured into my heart.

A father’s influence lasts a lifetime. To all our fathers:

Happy Father’s Day!

6 comments on “Fathers”

  1. Hi Kathy, take it from a Dad with a daughter. When daddy’s pass away they never really leave their daughters. It’s their job to watch over them forever and ever. Your dad is always watching over you. 😀

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  2. Beautiful posting! What wonderful sentiment. He would be so proud of you!

    My dad is always with me, too. Today is a great day to reflect on the meaning and influences of fatherhood! The apple does not fall far from the tree… and I am proud to be my father’s son!

    PKF

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  4. My dad died in 1989 also! He was only 53.

    On Jun 18, 2017 9:44 AM, “Kathy’s Retirement Blog” wrote:

    > Kathy Merlino posted: ” My Dad died in 1989. Yet, he is with me every day. > I see his dimples in my cheeks as well as in the faces of my daughters and > grandchildren. I see his love of gardening in the landscape around my house > as well as in my children’s love of gardening,” >

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