If only I had better words for this…Dad.

Many times,I find myself relating to someone else’s experiences “as the daughter of a ________.” Someone’s facing a drug screening? “My dad was a probation officer, so I’ve heard so many stories about those.” Someone’s talking about incarceration? “My dad was a warden, so I can discuss these theories about corrections.” Someone’s telling about when they needed an ambulance at 4 in the morning? “Oh, my dad’s a paramedic; that pager going off in the night was a big part of our household routine.”
He was and is more things, too: a teacher, a firefighter, a coach in almost every sport I played. Most of all, he’s a hell of a daddy. I have four brothers, so I’m kind of the princess, I guess. Dad likes to say I’ve got him wrapped around my little finger, that he’d do anything for me if I just bat my eyes at him. But I hope he knows the reverse is true – I’d give anything, do anything, go anywhere for him.
And how could I not? I can’t think of any man between Jesus’ time and today that I admire more than my father. Daddy is selfless – those 4 a.m. ambulance calls weren’t fun for him, but he wanted to help people, and he never ever complained about being tired when it was time to go to work a couple hours later. He never complains about anything, except maybe the Royals, and he has more things he could complain about than many people.
Like I said before, my Daddy is a million things. He has always found time to cheerfully and skillfully be everything for everyone, whether it was coaching my Little League teams, volunteer firefighting, teaching EMS classes at the local college, serving on our parish council, working full-time, sharing in the cooking and cleaning with Mom…or all of the above.
When I screw up, he never yells, and if he ever completely loses patience with my idiocy he never shows it. I never have to question whether he loves me, my brothers, and my mom, and I thank God every day for that. If more daddies everywhere could be at all like my daddy, my hero, the world would be a totally different place.
As usual, the Fathers’ Day contributions at PostSecret have broken my heart, but made me weep a little (OK, a lot) with appreciation for the dad I have. So…hi Daddy, sorry I can’t be at home to bake you a Royals cake this year, but I hope this will do. Happy Father’s Day.
Love,
Minda

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