BLOG your BLESSING 6-15-08
Since today is “Father’s Day”, I am going to post about my daddy. Yes, he was always ‘Daddy’ to me, never Dad. I never ever called him by his given name unless I was telling someone what his name was.
Daddy has been dead 20 years but I still have some vivid memories. I was sitting beside him in church one day(I was no more than 9 or 10) and he was singing with the congregation. I can still remember the sound of his bass voice as he sang “At the Cross” That is the only time I ever remember hearing him sing, but I remember thinking to myself my daddy can sing.
I grew up poor, not as poor as some, but still poor. Daddy always made sure that I had what the other kids had if it was reasonable. I wanted a pair of Bass Wee-gins so very bad, at the time there was no money for them and Daddy borrowed the money to buy them.
Daddy never took us on vacations. I only remember once that he took us to the beach. He would occasionally take us to Lake Waccamaw for the afternoon, especially when his daddy was living.
Daddy would not hesitate to punish me if I needed it. Sometimes he would make me break my own switch, that hurt worse than the switching.
I had a Daddy that never raised his voice at me and never cursed at me and I always knew that he loved me unconditionally.
I remember every word of our conversation the Saturday morning I was sitting on the edge of his bed as he lay there suffering from the cancer that had taken over his body. He looked up at me and said “Honey, I am dying. I do not know how long it will take, but I am dying.” I did reply to this comment. Two weeks later on Mother’s Day, May 8th, 1988 about 10:30 in the morning he died.
Daddy left me with his good name. I could before he died and I can since he died always tell people with pride who my daddy is/was. If he told you something, you could take it to the bank. He was always as good as his word.
MY DADDY
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What a lovely post for Father’s Day
Have a wonderful week ahead!
Comment by Sue — June 15, 2008 @ 6:22 pm
Thanks, Sue.
Comment by grandi13 — June 15, 2008 @ 6:40 pm
You have his smile.
This is a beautiful tribute.
God bless.
Comment by SandyCarlson — June 16, 2008 @ 4:47 am
Sandy, thanks. I would not have traded my daddy for anyone else that I knew/know.
Comment by grandi13 — June 16, 2008 @ 7:40 am