Sunday, June 17, 2012

Happy Father's Day


My father with his dad in 1949
I love this picture. Not only does this two-year old look very much like my own sons, but it also reminds me of a happy time my father shared with his own father. My dad has told me stories about helping his father fix the family car and how his father drove a bus in the Kansas City area. But that is where the stories end. When my dad was eight his parents got a divorce and for all intensive purposes his father was never a part of his life again. In fact, I never met my grandfather until his funeral. What a surreal day that was.

Fast forward to my relationship with my dad. He has always been there for me through the pom-pom parades, choir concerts, and the myriad of totaled cars. My dad has always had an answer for my car or military questions. He was so helpful that when I asked for help changing a tire in high school (fully expecting him to do it) he drove to the school and made me do it myself. I owe my sense of direction to my father forcing me to name street names and directions as we took family drives through downtown Kansas City. I owe the fact that I didn't stick with many a bum to his "cleaning his gun" speech to sketchy boyfriends. Actually, I owe my father a lot. A lot more than could ever be written in one small blog post.

So, lift a beer to the best father and friend a girl could have. Love you, dad.


2 comments:

Karen K said...

Hi Heather! I found a comment you had left on my blog and followed it over. My apologies for taking so long to do so!

This post brought tears to my eyes, especially the picture of you dancing with your dad, and both of you crying. So sweet! There's always something special between a dad and his little girl-- and no matter how old you are, you never stop being his little girl. :-)

Happy Father's Day to your dad, Heather.

Heather Kuhn Roelker said...

Karen, thanks for stopping by! Yes, I can barely look at that photo without crying. Love my daddy!