Things My Daddy Can’t Do

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“Old as she was, she still just needed her Daddy sometimes.” – Gloria Naylor

ImageThings my Daddy can’t do. . . 

  1. My Daddy can’t play the piano very well.  He spent all of his time and money making sure I could.
  2. My Daddy can’t watch me sing without tears in his eyes.  (Yes, Daddy.  I noticed.)
  3. My Daddy can’t behave when he is with his Grandchildren. He is a bigger kid than they are, and they love him for it. 
  4. My Daddy never could win at checkers.  He always let me do it.
  5. My Daddy can’t hold on to money.  He was always there to hand it out whenever I needed it (and even when I didn’t).
  6. My Daddy never could remember that time I put the car in drive instead of reverse and ran into our front steps.  Mom never found out. Thank you, Daddy.
  7. My Daddy can’t leave my house without saying “I love you”.
  8. My Daddy can’t end a phone conversation without saying “I love you.”
  9. My Daddy can’t say bad words. – Mom and I….. not so much.
  10. My Daddy can’t give up, no matter how tired he gets or how hard life gets, and for that, I am so very thankful. 

 

My blog posts have always centered around lessons my Mother taught me, but today I want to let this one center around my Daddy.

As I watched my Daddy take care of my Mother during her last weeks on this earth, I saw exactly what true love was.  It goes beyond anything we could ever imagine while saying those vows on the wedding day.  Showering her with the kitchen sink sprayer because she couldn’t walk up the steps to her shower, coming home from work 10 times a day to give medicine, answering the phone every time she called with a question, being patient when she begged him to stay because she only wanted him to take care of her, lifting her to her favorite spot on the couch, and the list just goes on and on. . . .

 My Daddy would not want me to paint a picture of a perfect King household.  We had plenty of ups and downs.  There were times we all wanted to jump ship, walk out the door, and not come back. All of us. 

But those last few weeks of my Mother’s life, we all realized the love we had for each other.  We took our love, and we gave when there was nothing to give.  I watched my Daddy LOVE my Mother in such a tangible way, and I will be forever grateful for those memories.  I hate the cancer memories, but I am so thankful for the memories of being able to watch my Daddy love my sweet Mama. 

I once heard that one of the best things a daddy can do for his daughter is to show her how much he loves her Mother.

Mission accomplished, Robert King.  You are a wonderful Daddy for so many reasons, but my favorite reason is for how you loved my Mother. 

Happy Father’s Day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Like Father, Like Daughter

“You two are just alike!” – Judy King

I hope and pray I possess many of my Mother’s qualities.  However, most people know Daddy and I are most alike.  Poor Mom.  So many times, she would feel like we were ganging up on her when it came to our way of thinking.  She often said we were just alike.  Sometimes it was said with a sweet sentiment and other times with pure exasperation.  On this Father’s Day weekend, I will remember her words with fondness and consider them a beautiful compliment.

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