Most of you who know me, hear me talk about my Dad all the time. It is just hard to express how much he has done for me in my life.
This man married my mother when I was about 5 yrs old. We ended up in a Brady Bunch situation. All within a very short span of time, a five year old's prayer was answered. Not only did I get the best Dad ever, I was blessed with a beautiful sister and a pretty cool older brother. Though for them I was probably more of a pain in the ass. :)
Dad, adopted my older brother and I, no questions asked. As far as I knew he never hesitated, he just dove in and took us on. He opened his home and his heart. Throughout the years all my important milestones in life were instructed by him. Starting from tying my tennis shoes (though I am pretty sure my sister helped a lot during this step), riding my bike, shooting my first BB gun, my first toy train, all the way to learning to drive. Dad took each of these tasks on with amazing patience and understanding. It was the tasks he has taken on later in life that have left me speechless and full of gratitude.
Back in 1997, we lost our maternal grandfather, a wonderful man in his own right, but I'll save that for later. Dad had a conversation with him just hours before he passed away. My grandfather, asked him to make sure all of us were taking care of, especially his wife, my grandmother. He knew before he passed that it would be a huge task to ask. My grandmother had Alzheimer's. She suffered for over ten years, not knowing who we were, where she was, and had slowly lost herself. One of the worst diseases to watch.
My father, again, dove in opened his heart and his home to help care for her. After an unfortunate incident left my grandmother penniless, my Dad bore the brunt of the burden. He worked and paid for her care out of his own pocket. He covered whatever charges medicare did not. During these ten years, my mother also lost her job. Here he was the single breadwinner supporting them both.
Why? Why would one individual go through this, especially if he really didn't have to? There are more struggles and burdens during these dark times as I tend to call them, but he kept going. Only to now have to take care of my mother who has now gone blind.
So when I think of Father's Day, I am amazed at how blessed we have been in our family. I am not saying Dad's perfect, I am just saying he is awesome in my book!
Happy Father's Day to all you out there!