Homage to Fathers by Arhonda Luman

Father’s Day is a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of fathers in society.  It was not celebrated in the US, outside Catholic traditions, until the twentieth century. As a civic celebration in the US, it was inaugurated in the early 20th century to complement Mother’s Day in celebrating fathers and male parenting. (Wikipedia)


As I scanned through the pages of social media today, I was overwhelmed at the thoughts and feelings of children, (though they be 70 years old or even older) about their father.

Thfathers dayere were pictures of young dads holding their babies close, of older dad that threw theirs into the air hoping to hear a giggle, and pictures of dads who made great impacts on their children’s lives.

The memories waft like smoke on a bon fire, some of strong shoulders to cry on, some of dedication, love and respect. Like the smoke, those memories bring tears to the eyes of those, whose fathers are no longer with them on this earth.

Mine has been gone 20 years. I am old now, and still remember his laughter, his smile, and his points of view, (whether they matched mine or not)!  Though all those memories are great, I also remember his  sacrifices, hard work, and dedication. Those are some of the things he instilled in me, whether by genetics or by example I am not sure, but I am leaning towards a mixture of both.  coffee potI won’t blame him for the rest. 🙂

Though it has been a long time, I can see him limp across the yard to go to the dairy barn. I still see him in his favorite chair, with his coffee pot sitting on a minty green tray with three cups, one for him, one for mother, and one for my husband. Endless hours were spent hashing out problems, planning dreams, and rehashing old memories around that old pot.  (I never learned to like coffee, but if it were in my power, I would drink a cup with him right now.)

I’d like to share one more thing with you. (There is always two sides to a coin.)

I had the daddyprivilege to witness,  a 10 year old little girl’s special love for her dad.. She wanted to buy her dad (one of the loves of her life,) a gift for father’s day. Though she came from a very poor family, somehow $2.00 was in her possession. She could not wait for the store to open so someone could  take her to the Dollar Store to shop for the perfect gift. She thumbed through the cards, reading every word. After careful deliberation, she found exactly, what she wanted, a happy card and his favorite candy bar. She signed her name as a gift just for him. Little did she know, the sacrifice she made in the name of love, spoke highly for her, as well as for her dad. Her gift was priceless.




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