Happy Fathers Day
I dont have a fancy Hallmark type saying - but refecting on the most careing,loving, understandig man I,ve known, I do have a few thoughts.
My Dad was the son of an Italian emmigrant. His dad arrived on Ellis Island in in 1930. He was a young man with no education and few skills.
He was picked up by a relitive after going though all the humiliating questioning,and medical testing that was nessercery at the time. Not speaking any English was the 1st problem.
Unfortunetly,he choose a way out of poverty that many young Italians did at the time. organized crime - and would up in prison for bookmaking and tax evation . By the time my dad saw him again he was very sick and died of lung cancer at 47years old.
Now my dad with a younger brother and older sister were truley without a father.-With no role model now (a questional one to begin with) he started to make a life for himself.
Through ways that remain unclear to this day- he and his brother were able to attend A big University in this state without any worries of tuition- & I know there wasnt any scholarships.This must be where the benifits of keeping your mouth closed and just doing your time paid off- because after my dad,s father death the school was paid for without problems
Without a father for a role model ,after he met and married my mom,he raised 4 kids (I have 2 bro,s and a sister)
He raised us to always do our best,always respect others,always help the less fortunate. He raised us to keep a strong balance between mind and soul.
He raised by example - working very hard to support the family he loved. He took us all to church and explained any questions we might have spiitually.
He always showed love and respect to his wife openly and proudly.
The rest of our ex-tended family always knew that they could always count on my dad..
Except for me ,he was rewarded and blessed by the outcome of job he did.
All my bro,and sister are doing well and I can see a little of my dad in all thier actions.
As for me.as I became older,and less rebelous I finally got it. Through the last years of his life we became closer than ever. He understood my problem,although he prayed that I would find the strengh to beat it.He passed away before that happened.Sure we went to ballgames together,and fishing week-ends,but he was always aware that at 6 am I was getting a mdone bottle out to start the day. I guess he figured ,at this point it was better than counting the silverware.He passed away from lung cancer -the same as his father- the man he hardly knew.
I still am trying to find the way to totally beat this- but I will never forget the times he bailed me out of trouble,kept certan things from my mother,and just pulled for me all the time. He never gave up on me even when I gave up on myself.He eventually excepted the mdone- but only because he saw how it helped me settle down and function.
When I was in that re-hab years ago- who drove 4 hours to see me on family day? My Dad.
I can go on & on & on. However,I just wanted to thank him again- this time with a few witnesses. It is always said that anyone can be a father- but few can be a DAD.- Well I had a dad and a half. I miss him everyday
By the way- my son- He is at the beach today,he said he would be back this afternoon. Ahhh... wait till he gets older and "he gets it"
love and respect to all Dad(and Moms) out there
jack
good words aboutyer dad ,jack wish i could say the same about mine,but thats another story.im adad 7yr old girl shes just the best,am off smack 3wks&luckily she has no inclinig of my addiction.got a card she made up herself knocked me 4 six,the best feeling,hugs all round&a few quiet tears of my own.the love i have 4 her u cannot measure[bit like addiction in reverse].so iv had the best fathers day in years,clean&with my girl Sian,gonna be a good day ,coz i will remember it all,every smile,laugh,look,unlike when i was an addict and missed those real emotions.cheers jack take care.....davey
Ahhhh, Jack, and Davey,
You are DAD'S! Good dad's. Davey you explained that perfect when your daughter gave you that card. You FELT. FELT. FELT. To me that's how I knew I was on my way staying clean for good. Maybe cried. Maybe laughed. Maybe got angry, but nothing like when it hits you. "Hey, I felt".
Happy Father's day you guys.
Jack, your homage to your dad was beautiful. Well, not beautiful, but so real. So true. It stung, but it soothed.
No way, no way Jack did your dad pass over not being proud of you. I get it I bet how he was with the methadone. People especially men of our father's generation just quit stuff that was bad for them. Just like that. Never believed in a crutch or a weakness or a lil' help. Thing is methadone for you really isn't anything of those. It's kept you living, and I KNOW your dad sure don't want to see you up there yet.
Your dad's looking down on that beach where his grandson swims, surfs, and oh for sure picks up chicks, and your dad is smiling knowing that what his father endured, and he himself, and his siblings, and you all fought tooth and nail for was just that. A young boys beautiful beach day. They do get it, Jack.
You know that. Just takes some growing up to do. Besides, I know on Mom's Day I think "Sheesh, can I get a break here?" LOL
Please, Jack I empathize. The ol' we all turned out so well. Even perfect EXCEPT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are braver than your siblings. You fight every single day, and for that you are loved, cherished, and get hella big time kudos from us that know that fight, and I KNOW your siblings feel the same.
Happy Father's Day, and I loved that tribute, Jack. Can I do one? Maybe we can all do one. ************How's about how our ancestors came on a boat not speaking a lick of English, and learned. How's about how they taught their children to not speak their native tongue outside of doors? Never lost their culture, but were so proud, and thankful for the chance to be American.**********
I leave you, Jack with phonetically "My little BACCALA, Facha De Amore".
Translate to "I love you my little fish. I think a smelt to be exact." LOL Lord knows I only dated Italians my entire life, married one, and recently told a perverted one off. I told him "Gotts Un Ghoul" LOL Just kidding.
I am a "Speckione". Meaning "smart a*s. Ciao, and happy fathers day boys.
You are DAD'S! Good dad's. Davey you explained that perfect when your daughter gave you that card. You FELT. FELT. FELT. To me that's how I knew I was on my way staying clean for good. Maybe cried. Maybe laughed. Maybe got angry, but nothing like when it hits you. "Hey, I felt".
Happy Father's day you guys.
Jack, your homage to your dad was beautiful. Well, not beautiful, but so real. So true. It stung, but it soothed.
No way, no way Jack did your dad pass over not being proud of you. I get it I bet how he was with the methadone. People especially men of our father's generation just quit stuff that was bad for them. Just like that. Never believed in a crutch or a weakness or a lil' help. Thing is methadone for you really isn't anything of those. It's kept you living, and I KNOW your dad sure don't want to see you up there yet.
Your dad's looking down on that beach where his grandson swims, surfs, and oh for sure picks up chicks, and your dad is smiling knowing that what his father endured, and he himself, and his siblings, and you all fought tooth and nail for was just that. A young boys beautiful beach day. They do get it, Jack.
You know that. Just takes some growing up to do. Besides, I know on Mom's Day I think "Sheesh, can I get a break here?" LOL
Please, Jack I empathize. The ol' we all turned out so well. Even perfect EXCEPT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are braver than your siblings. You fight every single day, and for that you are loved, cherished, and get hella big time kudos from us that know that fight, and I KNOW your siblings feel the same.
Happy Father's Day, and I loved that tribute, Jack. Can I do one? Maybe we can all do one. ************How's about how our ancestors came on a boat not speaking a lick of English, and learned. How's about how they taught their children to not speak their native tongue outside of doors? Never lost their culture, but were so proud, and thankful for the chance to be American.**********
I leave you, Jack with phonetically "My little BACCALA, Facha De Amore".
Translate to "I love you my little fish. I think a smelt to be exact." LOL Lord knows I only dated Italians my entire life, married one, and recently told a perverted one off. I told him "Gotts Un Ghoul" LOL Just kidding.
I am a "Speckione". Meaning "smart a*s. Ciao, and happy fathers day boys.
Happy Fadder's Day as dey says in New Yoirk...especially if you iz from toirdy toird street.
I come from a staunch Irish Catholic background and the 'old man' used to work on the piers on the East River.
There were 6 of us...4 brothers (one now deceased at age 29 due to his addiction) myself and a sister....my mom died at the age of 42 and my poor father raised and kept us together the best he could on a meager salary.
He ruled with an iron fist and brought us up 'right' as he would have said...he died at age 57 as his father before him had died at the same age of the same malady.
Back in the day...fadders were fadders and although
he was a little overbearing and a bit too liberal...with
the 'belt'...if we wuz bad...he laid a firm foundation for
his kids to know the difference between right and wrong
he did the best he could with what little he had
but he never abandoned us..
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY ALL
LOVE MARY
I come from a staunch Irish Catholic background and the 'old man' used to work on the piers on the East River.
There were 6 of us...4 brothers (one now deceased at age 29 due to his addiction) myself and a sister....my mom died at the age of 42 and my poor father raised and kept us together the best he could on a meager salary.
He ruled with an iron fist and brought us up 'right' as he would have said...he died at age 57 as his father before him had died at the same age of the same malady.
Back in the day...fadders were fadders and although
he was a little overbearing and a bit too liberal...with
the 'belt'...if we wuz bad...he laid a firm foundation for
his kids to know the difference between right and wrong
he did the best he could with what little he had
but he never abandoned us..
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY ALL
LOVE MARY
Very touching story. So few get a DAD like that you can count yourself blessed. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
