On this Father’s Day I’m remembering the man I didn’t call “Dad”!
To all fathers everywhere, I wish you a joyous and blessed day. May you be celebrated for your tireless efforts and shown how much your love means to those you touch.Love doesn’t have restrictions.
There have always been exceptions to the traditional family. Our family was no different. For a time I lived with my mother’s sister and her husband. Now they already had five children, two of the boys had Multiple Dystrophy and in wheelchairs.
My aunt was a stay at home mom and my uncle worked two jobs. Before work each day he prepared the boys for school and came in at night to put them to bed. That man loved his family and he showed it every day. I don’t ever remember him yelling or really mad.
What I do remember is a man that always had a wink and a smile. Early Saturday mornings were special since just the two of us were up. We’d share breakfast and he’d asked how I was doing. He would sit there and listen to the little chatter box and sip his coffee. Sometimes we would sit on the front porch in the old wooden rocking chairs enjoying a moment. He gave the best hugs! Moments with my uncle still make me smile.
He had family in Maryland or Virginia that owned a farm I believe, because he would bring home fresh eggs always needing to be washed off, the fruits and vegetables were in bushel baskets and in the winter there was salt fish.
I stayed with them a little over a year. Over the years my aunt and uncle started doing foster care. They would take in those with special needs. They even adopted one of them.
When my uncle passed away so many wonderful memories flooded my heart. My children loved him. Our last Thanksgiving together, I had the honor of walking him to grace the table.
His funeral was packed with people that loved and respected him for all the unmentioned selfless deeds he had done throughout his life. Up front with his immediate family sat all those foster children.
The father of our hearts was at peace.