Sunday, June 21, 2009
A Personal Note on Father's Day
Dad has been gone now for almost 32 years. Seems impossible! He died way too young. I miss him more now than I ever did I think. Mom went to be with him in 2001, but it's Dad I miss the most. I think you can tell just by looking into his eyes he had a soft spot for his little girl.
I was adopted. That didn't mean a thing to my Dad. I was his gal. He beamed with pride when I excelled. He limited his anger when I was bad. He was the one who gave me my spankings - yes folks, spankings, and I'm not scarred for life. He never hit me out of anger, just pats on the bottom for things like crawling under the pews during church or sassing my Mom. I can't hear the song "Daddy's Hands" without tearing up. He had big, strong farmer hands. He worked hard. He was a gentleman farmer with a full time day job as a purchasing agent for a hardware store in Jamestown. He was a town councelman, a lay minister, a Lt. Col. in the US Army Reserves, a husband and my Dad. My Dad............. Lt. Col. Louis G. Forbes
Posted by Sandy at 5:34 PM