This week I have hit the boxes – the boxes in the bat cave my garage that have been there since we moved here, awaiting a fire my attention. No, these aren’t the first boxes I’ve gone through, but when you move from a two-story home with full attic and full basement to a one-floor ranch with a crawl, you have to figure out what to do with all that crap treasure. So? you say? I found a real treasure a box I have been looking for for awhile (we’ve been here 5 years now). It contains things from my childhood and other treasures I have collected (like my youngest two children’s first hair cut hair.) I found some things that belonged to my mother, who passed away the week before we moved here. AND, I found a poem I had written to my father – who knows when.
This would be special at any time, but last Tuesday my dad slipped, fell and broke his hip. In fact, he broke the ball off and had to have the leg stretched back into position to prepare for surgery on Monday. This is not the first time my father has been in the hospital with serious issues. In fact, it’s par for the course in my life. He has genetic pancreatitis, and nearly died several times during my childhood. He was burnt pretty bad once and has been in major accidents. And that’s just the beginning. It’s not been easy to face his mortality, and yet he outlived my mother.
No matter what life threw us, my dad, a Baptist Minister, taught me some valuable lessons in how he handled it. He taught me: Life is not about circumstances, it’s about how you deal with the circumstances; Put God first and all else will follow; LOVE, LOVE, LOVE; and so many more things. He taught me about God and how to have a relationship with Him. He taught me about faith through example (stories to come in future posts?) He was not perfect, but he is my dad and I love him.
As I pack and prepare to head down next week for his surgery and recovery, I wanted to share something I found in that treasure trove from the bat cave. This may be a post you pass over, and that’s ok, it’s really for my daddy. This is a poem (didn’t say it was great) that I wrote for him who knows how long ago. I’m guessing it was in my teens. I want to share it with him and with anyone who wants to read it. There’s nothing like the influence of a daddy – whether through his presence or his absence, the things he teaches by doing or the things he teaches by not doing. He is one of the most powerful influences in a person’s life and often shows us our first picture of God (good or bad). I love you daddy. We’ll get through this one too.
Thank You Dad
I thank you Dad for all the times
you’ve been there just for me.
The times when I was hurt or tired
or longing to be free.
I thank you for the walks we took,
the times you stopped to play,
For all those times you let things go
to be with me each day.
Thanks for coming through for me
when I thought all was lost.
I always knew I could count on you
no matter what the cost.
But most of all I thank you Dad
for bringing me up right.
For teaching me of Jesus who’s
the way, the truth, the light.
I know it’s your example then
of what a dad should be
That brought me to my heavenly Dad
who’s waiting now for me.
So thank you Dad you’ve always been
a shining knight to me
And I think you’re the greatest Dad
that ever there could be.
I love you Daddy! Angie
copyright 2012
(Grams forgive the punctuation/grammar issues – I left it as I found it.)
Jan 29, 2012 @ 10:29:36
Angie, I am so sorry to hear about your dad’s trauma, let us pray he can heal up quickly! It seems he has been a good man the way, –from the past or not, your poem is beautiful–and great father. He has taught you well, and given you great life values! By the way, your post is a good read, and from the distant past or not,– your poem is beautiful and well done! ~R
Jan 31, 2012 @ 09:27:58
Thank you! He did teach me well. thank you so much for your comments. Angie 🙂
Jan 29, 2012 @ 21:40:12
I did not pass over it and I am glad I read it. What a wonderful tribute to all your dad has done for you. I too hope he heals up quickly.
Jan 31, 2012 @ 09:29:36
Thank you Derek. PT starts today–woohoo!
Jan 31, 2012 @ 04:40:04
I think I realize what my parents did for me as I look at it from a different age. Getting older does provide some wisdom. May your family be well soon.
Jan 31, 2012 @ 09:32:48
Age and maturity do make all the difference in how we view parents and everything else. parenting is not an easy job! Thank you for your comments. Angie 🙂
Feb 02, 2012 @ 07:53:44
Such a beautiful tribute. You’re very fortunate to have had a real life hero for a father. Thanks for sharing.
Peace & grace,
~Miro
Feb 02, 2012 @ 11:01:45
Thank you Miro. I am very blessed indeed. I liked your tribute to your father too. Blessings, Angie