Enjoying a Braves’ game with Pawpaw
Fathers and Grandfathers
Father’s Day has come and gone and I’m sure there were many tears of joy shed, along with tears of sadness. My dad passed away seven years ago and I think of him often. When an American flag goes by, I think of my dad because he was in the Army during WWII. I think of him when the news comes on because he believed it our civic duty to keep up with current events.
I also think of him when eating ice cream because he ate some everyday and any flavor was his favorite. During ACC basketball season, we often watched games together and ate popcorn. Although he loved all of the ACC teams, if the Tar Heels were playing, he always wanted them to win. I think that had something to do with coach, Dean Smith.
Loving my dad, in turn, taught me to love my husband, Michael. After our two daughters were born, it thrilled my soul to see him spending time with them, teaching them simple things like where to find frogs and how to catch a ball.
Although he loved being a father, being a grandfather has brought him even more joy. Not long ago, I saw our two-year old grandson walking hand in hand with his Pawpaw Mike, looking for frogs and other “critters,” just as his mother had done.
As I watch our grandsons grow, my mind often slips back to the time when our daughters were little, loving their dad only as little girls can. A fellow author and friend of mine, Brenda Barnes, wrote a lovely poem about daughters dancing on their daddy’s feet. This poem brought back lovely memories for me. If you are a daughter or have daughter(s), perhaps it will bring back special memories for you, as well.
Congratulations, to fathers and grandfathers everywhere! For taking time to build memories with your children and grandchildren, you are my choice for favorite person(s) of the week.
Do you have a favorite memory of your dad or granddad? If so, I’d like to hear from you. Leave a comment, message on Facebook or email dicysm@yahoo.com.
Thanks,
Dicy
