My Daddy
I always called him Daddy. Dad just never seemed right and he certainly was not Father. He was a diminutive man who kept himself to himself most of the time. He was happy with the simple things in life – walking the dog, reading the paper, having a pint at the local pub.
I have faint memories of him leaving me pictures he’d drawn before he went off to work when I was tiny. Sadly, none of them were kept. I was 27 when he died and I feel really cross about it. In the years since then I have discovered that there are medals for bravery awarded to him waiting to be collected. He was a merchant sea man and was torpedoed twice. So much to know but I didn’t ask the right questions.
He was very special to me and here we are on a special day for both of us.
Do pop over to Sticky Fingers and see what other tributes have been written for ‘Dads’ in this week’s Gallery.
A really lovely post, and how lovely to have discovered some great ‘new’ things about your dad that you can be proud of x
So much we don’t know until after they’re gone. Your post makes me so wistful.
Such a lovely tribute to your Dad. So sorry you lost him too and feel you should have asked more questions.
We don’t ask do we? We just don’t realise in time. I try to tell my kids stuff and hope they retain it.
This is a wonderful tribute. Why do we not know the right questions. I’m in the same boat.
“So much to know but I didn’t ask the right questions.”
I think that applies to all of us with our parents. So many conversations we wish we had had.
We don’t know what those questions are when we are young though.
That is a lovely picture.
That should be a lesson to all of us who are fortunate enough to have our Dads around still. Lovely photo
I too feel bad that I didn’t ask the tight questions while I had the chance. http://lesliehobson.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/7-things-my-father-taught-me/
What a beautiful post. A love that picture xx
That’s lovely. It’s a shame we don’t ask these questions while we have the time. I learned things about my grandparents that made me proud after they died, but their generation didn’t like to talk about certain things and would never like to brag.