father's day

My Father’s Eyes…

My father and I…just the way I loved it.

…were the most incredible shade of pale blue-like ice crystals. I’ll never forget them. When my father was terminal with cancer, I remember sitting across the table from him engaged in conversation. I told myself, “Remember those beautiful eyes, Em. Never forget how they look.”

It’s been 26 years since I last saw my father. He was a short, handsome guy who was partially bald. He was the most fantastic man. Everyone loved him and he had many friends. He could fix anything, and he loved to garden. The little Chicago city lot next to our house was always abloom with the most gorgeous shades of color bursting from his rows and rows of dahlias and gladiolas. And he adored me-I was the proverbial ‘daddy’s girl.’ There were times when he was moody. For instance, I could tell how the day was going to go depending on the tone he used to say “good morning” when I greeted him in the kitchen. And when I assisted him in small jobs he always managed to lose his temper because I inadvertently didn’t do something right, but now I look back at those times with a smile. I was kind of dopey! What I do know more than anything is that he loved me and for that, I’ll be forever grateful. I don’t think I’d be the person I am today if I didn’t grow up with his love and encouragement. One thing I didn’t think would ever happen is that I’d lose him. As a little girl, I thought my dad was immortal.

There isn’t a day that has gone by since July 24th, 1982 that I don’t think of him. I was 18 when he died, and now, as a 45 year old woman there are still times when I’m sad and in a funk and long for him. I wish he were here to give me advise, hug my children or just see my accomplishments. I would have loved if he had the chance to have a wonderful relationship with my husband and it would have been interesting if we had the chance to watch each other grow older.

Dad, where ever you are, I hope you have the happiest Father’s Day. I hope you have the chance to be with us even though we can’t see you. Please, never stop looking down on me with those beautiful baby blues. I miss you more every day and love you more than a thousand sunsets-even still.

6 thoughts on “My Father’s Eyes…”

  1. Em I remember your dad quite well. He was all that you said and even more. One of my funniest memories of him is when you were lieing in the bathtub & we were chatting in the bathroom when you started screaming in panic. He bolted in and with no modesty you showed him these red dots that started to appear on your body. He laughed and told you not to worry because you just had chicken-pox. He took the best care of you right then and there.
    He was always a loving man with a witty sense of humor. May he soar high in heaven my friend.
    Love you!


  2. It’s beautiful to read about your relationship with your dad! ‘Father’ is a very difficult topic for me, so it’s truly wonderful to know people who have great memories and can apply them to FATHER. I just know YOUR dad is smiling to see you now!


  3. This is such a beautiful post. And I have no doubt that he is looking down on you, and has been every step of the way.


  4. What a beautiful post. This was my 5th father’s day without my dad.
    Like yours, my dad had BEAUTIFUL blue eyes, and I was fortunate to inherit my eyes from him.
    Cancer is an awful awful disease, but I’m glad as was able to spend those finale moments with him.
    I’m sure our Dads are looking down and smiling at us every day.


  5. This was a lovely tribute to your Dad.
    I still have mine, he has senile dementia and lives in his own little world. Some times he knows me, sometimes not.
    Those of us that had/have good dads are so fortunate.


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