As Father's day approaches, I often become sentimental and, more often than not, sad. Four years ago, a few days before Thanksgiving, my precious Father lost his battle to cancer and passed away.

Being the ultimate Daddy's girl that I am, I took/have taken his death very hard and am constantly missing him, wishing I could call him on the phone, or simply hold his hand again.

But, this year I've decided to place a memoriam here on my beloved AMHD for my hero, the best Dad ever, my best friend, my inspiration, and truly, the wind beneath my wings.

For all of you that have lost a parent, you know the pain that is associated with Father's/Mother's Day. The overwhelming sadness of waking up on that special morning to "I wish I could call him/her." We know what it truly means to honor Dad/Mom on days like Sunday.

Lets together honor our parents/grandparents/children/siblings/friends here on this post.

For me, its a place where I can say "Thank you, Dad, for making me into who I am, for showing me the way to live, for giving me roots and wings, for sending me to capture my dreams, for believing in me, for loving me, for catching me when I fell, for kissing my skinned knees, for teaching me to ride a bike, for showing me how to live life to the fullest, but, most of all, for being my Daddy."

I love you, Dad.

HistorianChick

"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it."
~Clarence Budington Kelland

"There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself."
~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994

"Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever."
~Author Unknown

Tuscany

Historian Chick-
Your post made me teary eyed. I too lost my Dad around Thanksgiving. He had a massive heart attack while out hunting. He was just 47 years old. Although it has been a decade since he died, every father's day is hard for me.

I was my Daddy's little girl, working side by side in the barn, on machinary, or on "dump runs." He taught me so much (so much more now that I am older and can understand more than I did back then). He taught me about love, hard work, compassion for others, dedication to family, but most of all how to have fun.

Every day I think about him wondering about what it would be like if he was still alive. But, I also thank him for helping to shape me into the woman I am today.

I miss you dad!

Tuscany

HistorianChick agrees: My Dad was 49. They were both too young. I'm so glad you were able to honor him here on this post.

Only the good die young...or at least that is what the song says.

Thanks for starting this.

jolienoire

I didn't loose a parent but I lost two siblings as you know and I feel the same as you especially holiday time. Your dad has a wonderful and beautiful daughter. I also would like to say Happy Father's day to my brother Jerry I miss you so much.

HistorianChick

My Dad and Me. This is my absolute favorite picture

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HistorianChick

Thank you for posting his picture; he was a handsome, blessed man.

I'm so glad we are able to remember and honor our loved ones here on this post! It touches my heart to know that you both have been blessed.

Altenweg

HC, this thread made me cry harder than I have in a long time.

I would like to wish a Happy Father's day to my Dad. He died Jan 12, 2001, he fought bravely to win the war against the cancer that was ravaging his body. Sadly he only lived for 12 days after his diagnosis.

I miss him and my mother everyday of my life. I wish that they could see how much Jared has grown, he wasn't quite 2 1/2 when Opa died and not quite 3 when Oma died. I wish that they could have met Sydney, the would have been so happy to see their grandchildren growing up, playing and being kids.

Dad and Mom, I try to make you proud every day that I'm alive, I don't always succeed, but I hope that it's good enough. I know we will meet again, I know deep down in my heart, to think anything else would be my death. I live each day for you, for the trouble you went through to bring me in to the world, to raise me and make me who I am. I was blessed to have you in my life for the 30 years that I did, and you are forever in my heart.

Thanks HC for starting this thread.

Morteza

God Bless all of you! you're keeping this great value with remembering your father! If you're American I would love you so much HistorianChick, cause you're the only passionate american! I appreciate you remembering him all the time! you picture is so beautiful! I wish you a good, healthy, nice, ful of happiness life

again God bless you HistorianChick!

HistorianChick

I'm so glad this thread touched your already-beautiful heart, sweet Alty. I think that we should honor our loved ones every chance we get. Thank you for telling me about your parents.

You know, I've often thought of that... that my Dad will miss key moments in my life and my brother's life. He missed my brother's graduation from high school, will miss his college graduation, his first job, even his first car. For me, he won't walk me down the aisle... nor will he even know the man I marry. This saddens my heart, but i do take comfort in the fact that yes, I'll see him again. And that my little brother - the most handsome college kid out there - will walk me down the aisle.

My Dad is always with me - and as you said, I live every day for him.

Love you bunches, Alty-girl.

Altenweg

HC, had to spread the rep. Love you right back sweetie. And Jolie, thank you for the kind words.

Our loved ones are with us always. I was extremely lucky, I had my wonderful parents for 30 wonderful years, and each one was a blessing. Now I have two guardian angels looking out for me and my family, who can ask for more than that?

My kids carry on their blood, and have their namesakes to carry as well Jared Stefan (Stefan was my dad's name) and Sydney Irene (Irene was my moms name). It's really hard to use their whole name when I'm mad at them, feels like I'm yelling at my parents.

I live my life the way they lived theirs, with love, kindness and understanding, at least I try to, I don't always succeed.

To all of you who've lost someone you love, bless you and your family, hold the ones still with you close, they mean so much, and you never know how long they'll be around to bless you with their love.