Saturday, September 02, 2006

My Dad

My Dad's birthday was September 2nd. He died in the 70's; a long time ago. I still miss him. He died quite young (58) of heart disease; a condition that began when he had his first heart attack at 48 years old. Back then, if your arteries were clogged, you were just out of luck. In 2001, when I began suffering from similar symptoms, I was hospitalized and angioplasty was performed, unblocking some of my arteries. My Mother, who also has coronary artery disease, had bypass surgery in 1999. She is still with us, and will turn 87 years old next month. We think she will outlive all of us. My Father was one of 13 brothers and sisters, the son of a poor Georgia share cropper. He only went to the seventh grade, but he was the smartest man that I have ever known. My Dad taught me some valuable lessons. Some of this knowledge came from his awareness that his life might be short. The most important lesson he taught me was to be kind to people, especially people less fortuate. He would tell me that it was the responsibility of the strong to take care of the weak. He would tell me to "pass along some kindness to everyone you meet." Dad would say, "If you love someone, tell them, they have a right to know - and furthermore they would love to hear it!" So many things that he told me, so many years ago, have guided my life so far. Now I understand, more than ever, the urgency he felt to pass on these life messages as I in turn pass them on to his namesake, Preston - my son!


Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Your dad had a wonderful influence on you and I know how much you loved him and listened to his advise.

As I have come to know you, by reading your posts and the comments that you leave, I know that your dad would be very proud of the person that you have become.

You listened well and you have been passing his advise onto everyone who knows you.

Take care and know that you are loved back by all who know you.
Love you,

Motherkitty said...

I know that you are thinking of your wonderful father as you celebrate his birthday. You are so lucky to have your mother with you. Give her a big hug the next time you see her, and I'm sure you tell her that you love her every time you talk with her. It's great that your family has her in their midst.

Know that you are special to us, your blogging friends, and only wish you the best. I'm glad you are back blogging after a short absence. Don't go MIA on us again, okay?

squire said...

Funny how we do not get to pick our parents but the goods just seem to find us.

Lucy said...

Now I want to see my father. His hobbies were studying foreign languages and histories. When I was young, I felt strange. But I want to learn foreign languages now. I realize that I was similar my father’s feeling. When I read the other people’s post of parents memory, I bring my parents memory. And I think people have same feeling in the world.

susan said...

Wise words from a wise man, and a Georgia boy to boot! Excellent words to live by, thanks for sharing.

Eternally Curious said...

Your father had an abundance of natural wisdom - which his daughter has indeed inherited.