Friday, January 14, 2011

My Dad


I truly, absolutely, without a shred of doubt, lucked out the day they were handing out dads.  He set the bar and he set it high.  That saying about how daughters marry men like their fathers has a whole lot of truth to it.  I wasn't out searching for an asshole who beat his kids, beat his wife, drank, smoked, cursed, etc. because my dad wasn't that.
 
The photo above is of my dad, circa 1970, which would make him 23.  It's an old Polaroid, slightly battered but highly treasured and constantly scrutinized by me.  I know my dad's history, with all its ugliness, and marvel at the handsome man posing for the camera who made it against all odds.  I couldn't have asked for a better dad.  He's always been supportive, loving, funny, kind, a real character, forgiving, knowledgeable and, most importantly, compassionate.  He treated me like a daughter and a son. We spent many weekends changing the oil on a car, fixing a leaky faucet, watching football, grilling hamburgers, enjoying documentaries and, most importantly, how to never depend on anyone or let myself be treated badly by anyone.  I learned so much from my dad and I try, every day, to be at least a 1/4 of what he is.  If I can do that then I know I can sing Ice Cube's It Was a Good Day.

3 comments:

Jazzie Casas said...

Hi there I am one of many single fathers and I find your blog very interesting. I hope I have much time each day to drop by and check your site for recent post. By the way thank you for sharing this.

Ali said...

Does your dad know about your blog, Margie? He would be so touched to see your posts (even though he already knows that you love the crap out of him.)

What a great picture :)

Margie said...

@Jazzie-welcome and thank you.

@Ali-I don't think the Old Man knows what a blog is but he does know we love and value the great dad he was and is. I have nothing bad to say about my dad except his crazy addiction to socks. Crazy Old Man.