The Paternal Unit
That’s what Lois calls him.
He started off as “Papa” to Julia, then morphed into “Daddy,” like Hannah still calls him. Rachel usually sighs an exasperated, “Dad!”
He doesn’t pick them up every-other-weekend. He doesn’t try to buy their love with expensive junk and phony praise. He doesn’t have to ask what they like to eat, or what grade they’re in or who are their current best friends.
Before church this morning. Lois – 15; Rachel – 18; Julia – 9; Hannah – 13.
On Sister’s Day, we saw the new Disney movie “Up,” and we all loved it. When little Russell was expressing how much he missed his dad, he described counting red trucks, and eating ice cream on the curb in front of the store and said, ” Sometimes it’s the boring stuff I remember the most.”
I’ll bet our girls will remember that he was never too busy to fix a printer, or return a text, tie a shoe or watch a cartoon. You know – all that “boring stuff.”
Happy Father’s Day, Keith. We love you.
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Happy Paternal Unit Day, Keith! If only more fathers were “there” for their children, perhaps our world would be a happier and less violent place. I miss my dad every day and will always be grateful to him (as your daughters will be to you) for the wonderful upbringing he provided.
Any man that lives with four women is up there with God!! God bless and Happy Father’s Day!
Ooops, make that FIVE women! Wowzers! You are amazing!
Hey, why didn’t you put Keith’s age under the pix????
For me, it was the regular Friday afternoon trips to the grocery store with my daddy (which is what I still called him when I was 46 and he was 96!). He showed me how to pick out the best fresh green beans and how to do the 20% discount in my head (twice what your tithe would be) and how to figure out which was a better deal – 3 for $1 or 33 cents each. But the best thing he taught me in those trips was that everyone was important and deserved to be treated with respect. He was just as interested in the stockboy and the cashier as he was the store manager, or Mr. Butts, for that matter. He has been gone 9 years now, and I still miss him daily. I was truly blessed. Each time I read about Keith’s love for his girls, it make me smile and tear up at the same time. Happy Daddy’s Day, Keith. Sue
I miss my Dad too, he was trying to be a good Dad, but he was too busy making money to be there for us. He rarely told us he loved us, but he did, I remember his last words,”John, be smart, Use your head. You got it, use it. I love you” and died later that night.
I am a father and miss my son who I try to be there for and still let him know how much I love him. he gives me a big hug every time I see him. and I hug him as tightly as I can, he is my (step)son and will always be mine,I tear up just thinking about him. he is my world now that my wife is gone.Happy father’s day Keith, and happy father’s day to all the fathers out there.
love, this. I refer to my mom as my parental unit. Mom was a single parent so she was my mom and my dad.
Thanks for the comments, I had a pretty good role model. I still remember when he was working 6 day weeks, we would skip church and go fishing. He always made time.
I loved your post! I often wish my dad was still around. I’m the only dad in this family and I get little or no respect around here. (As my niece just slugged me in the arm!)