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Post by kenlarsson on Jun 21, 2020 7:37:35 GMT -5
going to visit our daughter, grandson and son in law today stay healthy
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Post by millring on Jun 21, 2020 7:39:27 GMT -5
Maybe he's looking on from his distance, beer in hand. If so, I imagine he looks hopefully for signs that he left something -- anything behind. He looks to see if he mattered. And I'm guessing he sees something of himself -- a couple of grandsons he didn't stick around to meet but who resemble him -- one might even say strikingly so. He set the life course for at least a few of his older kids. I'm sure he sees that. And the ones whose course he didn't help set, well, he did anyway. His absence changed the course of their lives just as surely as his overwhelming presence set the former's. Life is busy. I'm guessing that most of us folk don't spend even a second of each day wondering about the folk who came before. Besides, such wonderings don't net much. We can contemplate the butterfly wing inceptions to the winds that fill our sails today. But ultimately we mostly just keep our hand to the rudder. We can't control the wind. We just set the sail. And it's hard to be nostalgic about people we never knew (though Ancestry.com has built an entire business betting that we do so anyway). Heck, of my two grandads I only ever met one. I've wondered about the one I never met. What I know of the one I did meet, the disinterest was mutual. So I know that absent grandparents don't mean much. Still, occasionally something will make us wonder where we came from. Happy father's day, dad.
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Post by brucemacneill on Jun 21, 2020 7:57:33 GMT -5
Happy Father's Day to the fathers here.
First full day of Summer and supposed to be a nice day here. I'll get a call from my son later. He's never been a morning person. I figure if your kids are doing OK that's the best a father can hope for and my son's doing pretty well.
It may be a pool day but I'll give it some more warm up time and maybe I'll vacuum it which I've been procrastinating.
Have a safe Sunday.
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Post by Marshall on Jun 21, 2020 8:10:29 GMT -5
Didn't have the best relationship with my dad. He supported me. Paid for state school college. But he was more like the Denzel Washington character in "Fences." We had a bad session when I was in high school. I tried over the years to get over it. Went to see him when he had cancer. But he never met anyone half way. Certainly not a bad man. But withdrawn in himself. Had no patience for the grandkids. He would sit and watch any silly sporting event on TV while the family ate Thanksgiving dinner in the next room.
Yet he was a very good athlete. And a self taught musician. His blood runs through my veins. As much as I've vowed not to be like him, he's there with me in all that I do. Sometimes I still have to fight him. Other times I'm thankful for what he gave me.
Love? . . . , I don't know. Rarely saw it from him. Joy either.
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Post by theevan on Jun 21, 2020 8:16:58 GMT -5
Too much to say to say it here. With the exception of mother and father, who died when I was a kid, I miss the ones I've lost. A lot. I cherish the one left to me.
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Post by paleo on Jun 21, 2020 8:22:25 GMT -5
The face I see, reflecting in the mirror Is not the one, that I expect to see The reflection is the past, it's the future I see my father, looking back at me.
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Post by mnhermit on Jun 21, 2020 9:04:52 GMT -5
Are dads and sons as complicated as moms and daughters?
I know i had a better relationship with my dad then he had with his...but it's complicated.
On the whole, i suppose, i wish I'd been a better son.
Happy Fathers Day, pop.
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Post by TKennedy on Jun 21, 2020 9:22:49 GMT -5
I made breakfast but Pat did the dishes! I think most of us feel we could have been better sons. My dad was an extremely hard working small town family doc in a time when the family doc in a rural community did it all from taking out your gall bladder to delivering babies, to treating a hangnail. Add six years as an Army doc in WWII at home and the pacific and you’ve got a pretty classic greatest generation dude. A very gentle kind man. He was extremely proud of his 50 year medical career and rightfully so. I didn’t fully appreciate his life for a long time. In this shot around 1978 he was up for a visit and swung by the hospital to say goodbye. I had been doing a bunch of cast work in the ER and was covered with plaster.😊.
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Post by billhammond on Jun 21, 2020 9:41:48 GMT -5
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Post by Marty on Jun 21, 2020 9:44:16 GMT -5
Good morning
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Post by Dan McLaughlin on Jun 21, 2020 9:46:00 GMT -5
Happy Father's da! Have good ones.
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Post by Cornflake on Jun 21, 2020 9:57:13 GMT -5
Good morning and happy Father's Day to those who are fathers.
It'll be a generic late-June day here: clear skies, 75-108. It looks as if I may get more edible tomatoes than I thought. All's well. Enjoy your day.
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Post by Russell Letson on Jun 21, 2020 11:04:31 GMT -5
The thing that I still marvel about when I think of fathers--and mothers--is that they were people with entire lives that were not utterly connected to their children. And not just the parts of those lives that happened before we kids showed up to be the focus of attention for the entire universe. I had the good fortune to have a talkative dad, so I got to hear about Life Before Me--about the Great Depression, about the high-school teacher who had more faith in his intelligence than his own mother did, about the Navy and WW2, about being a working stiff for 37 years at GE. And eventually I came to recognize that there were also things he didn't talk about and that I can only imagine by tracking back along bits of behavior that suggest frustrations and angers and disappointments that he kept to himself or perhaps only shared with my mother. A whole life of his own.
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Post by John B on Jun 21, 2020 11:13:56 GMT -5
Bittersweet day. My wife and her brother are spending Father's Day with their dad. Tomorrow he will move from the hospital back home to begin hospice care.
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Post by t-bob on Jun 21, 2020 11:32:02 GMT -5
Good morning barely..... Anyway there’s a little a wave for all dads. Fathers Day..... It’s always a weird day I couldn’t understand my dad - he was so damaged - It’s hard to even think about my dad. He never hugged. He didn’t understand love. I made sure and I always call “love” and I try to hug my son. But at least my father had his perfect pitch and I have it now. Obviously I have the McKennee genetics And it’s all it’s also summer And there’s no baseball .... grrrrr Enjoy your days.
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Post by kbcolorado on Jun 21, 2020 11:57:23 GMT -5
We can't go back and be better sons, but putting in the effort to be a better father is enough to keep a fellow busy.
Proud of our three sons. They are magnificently unlike each other, except for their love of the outdoors.
Happy day y'all
cheers
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Post by RickW on Jun 21, 2020 11:59:15 GMT -5
Going out for dinner with middle and eldest daughter today. I'm blessed, in that, not being able to have birth children, we were able to adopt three girls who are all making their way in the world, are bright, beautiful, and for the most part happy.
My own relationship with my father was cut off when I was 19, when he passed away suddenly. I don't feel I really got to know him as an adult, and while I loved him dearly, he was not terribly interested in myself or my sister. But he was a good dad for his day.
As I said to John in a FB post, it can always be worse. I read a mother's day thread where people were talking about how much they hated the day, because of their mothers. One woman said, "I drove by the graveyard where you're buried, not to say I missed you, but to make sure you hadn't crawled back out."
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Post by millring on Jun 21, 2020 12:01:36 GMT -5
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Post by epaul on Jun 21, 2020 12:04:14 GMT -5
I had a good dad and he is still with me in a bunch of ways big and small. I even talk to my dogs in the same way he did, the same words, not intentionally, they are just there. "How you doing, Smiley? You hungry? A fellow's got to eat, yep, a fellow's got to eat."
The other day, I heard Gus talking to Casper as he fed him, "How you doing, Smiley? You hungry? A fellow's got to eat, yep, a fellow's got to eat."
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Post by millring on Jun 21, 2020 12:15:42 GMT -5
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