My dad is my hero. I sent him a card telling him. I called him and told him and I could hear him smile. I love my dad. I was going to write a post about the role of a father , but decided to think of why my dad is my hero.
My dad is not judgmental. I have never ever heard him say a bad word about anyone, ever in my life. I have never heard him make a racist or sexist remark, which is somewhat unusual in someone from his generation and his background. I have, however, heard him comment on people's decision making, their attitude or their behaviour, but never the person themselves.
My Dad is tone deaf, utterly, but he loves to sing. It brings joy to his heart to sing and I love the fact that he does it anyway, regardless of what others think.
I have never heard my Dad raise his voice in anger.
My Dad is one of the most widely read, most intellectually brilliant men I have ever met. He has such an amazing general knowledge, and until recently total recall. He can speak speak at least seven languages fluently, is a gifted mathematician, played hockey at a national level, is a wonderful horseman, a great driver, can do magic tricks and once he had driven somewhere he could remember the route exactly, including significant landmarks along the way. He would however refuse to ask directions!
My Dad has a wicked sense of humour, he can floor you with one remark.
My Dad is brave.
My Dad can't cook, but loves to eat good food.
My Dad is honest, and honorable.
My Dad loves kids, especially his grandchildren.
My dad is generous, not just with his money, but with his time,
I love my Dad, and wish I could be with him, wish with all my heart I could share today with him.
In six weeks I will see him.
Happy Fathers Day