I Keep Getting Gems

We learn so much from our fathers. Many times we learn in overt ways and other times we unwittingly learn over the years and in different circumstances. My dad specifically taught me how to shoot a jump shot and how to throw a baseball. But he also taught me, not so specifically, the value of hard work and perseverance as well as sacrifice.My father will turn 88 in May and he’s fit as a fiddle. He lives with my mother who is 87 and suffers from dementia. It is very sad as she doesn’t “know” her husband of nearly 65 years who lovingly takes care of her, and has been, since the onslaught of this hideous disease five years ago.

He may be fit, but he’s tired–and weary.

As I get older, I realize that I have subconsciously observed him over the years and have pulled out real gems he’s somehow provided that has helped me get through some tough times and how to handle the good ones too.

When I got married, I automatically became closer to my dad. When we were blessed with children, again, I felt another step closer to him. Thinking about it, some things about him or what he said when I was younger, I blew off–what an idiot! I now realize their significance. We don’t need to look to far to find who our heroes are– he is a true slugger without the use of anything artificial about him.

Today I visited with he and my mom in their one bedroom apartment. I was excited and happy to hand him a copy of my newly published book. I dedicated it to him and, of course wrote an inscription. I wanted to give him something so uniquely me to show him my love.

In his usual way he thanked me–no fanfare. But that’s him and that’s fine by me.

Upon arriving home the telephone rang and on the other end I heard my dad’s voice. His tone and his choice of words told me everything as he wanted to let me know how he felt.  And even when I wanted to give him something, he still gave me so much more.

This entry was posted on Saturday, March 28th, 2009 at 5:16 pm.