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charlie,nj
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.my father died on April 3rd, 1960 he left behind three sons ages 3, 5, 7 and a stay at home wife. Dont get me wrong I love my mother. Like I said in my mothers day tribute post ..I didnt need a father my mother taught us everything a father would have and more. She played sports with us, taught us how to fix things, and attended all of the father type school events. (to the chagrin of the other fathers) She raised three very successful boys all by herself. (thanks mom) She bent over backwards to make sure we had everything that the other kids had
well maybe everything except for a father.
Growing up without a father never bothered me. Even all of the teasing and ridicule the other kids dished out to me and my brothers didnt bother me. They are the ones without a father whats the matter cant you afford one, Hey Charlie is your mother your father? HA HA HA!, Wheres your father Charlie,Hey Charlies father is dead as a door nail, A tisket a tasket Charlies father is in a casket. I took all of that **** like the man I was to become. Like I said I guess it didnt bother me because I didnt know what it was like to have a father while growing up.
Well something started to change for me when my first son was born 12 years ago. I felt something inside of me every time I held him in my arms or kissed him good night. When I watched him take his first steps, when I heard him say his first words da da. Something was there inside. When I taught him how to ride a two-wheeler bike, or when I played ball with him..something was there.
I would start to have dreams at night of someone holding me and kissing me, dreams of someone protecting me from all of the mean kids that said bad things to me.
I never really knew all of the details surrounding my fathers death. No one ever spoke of it not my mother or my brothers. I was only three when he died the only recollection I had was sitting in a neighbors house and sneaking a look out of the window seeing police cars and ambulances with lights flashing.
Well years ago Disney came out with The Lion King we went to see it in a movie theater. I didnt really know anything about the plot before hand. I was sitting there enjoying the movie up until Mufasa the father dies. The scene of him falling and dying didnt get me. It was after that when young Simba goes over to his fathers lifeless body. Simba started saying Daddy daddy get up get up Thats when I broke down I zoned out with a horrible flashback of me over my fathers body saying daddy get up get up. Everything that I had shut out of my mind for years and years all came back because of that stupid movie. I remembered being at my fathers side when he died.
Because of that movie I started asking questions about my fathers death. Between my brothers and my mother I was able to come up with the following account.
It was a Saturday evening my mother had just finished getting her 3 boys prepared to go to a cub scout meeting. My mother was the troops den mother. The three of us went downstairs outside to wait in the front of the house. My mother was still upstairs, my father who was always fixing things decided to go out on our two-story roof to fix something.
As we were playing in the front we heard a big bang or something. My older brother (7 yo) went in the back yard to see what the noise was. He came running out of the ally yelling daddys hurt get mommy. We didnt know what he was talking about we all ran in the yard to see my father laid out on the sidewalk with blood on him. He had fallen off of the roof. The three of us surrounded him yelling daddy get up daddy get up daddys hurt..daddys hurt. My fathers blood was all over our hands and clothes.
Daddy never got up he died in the hospital emergency room.
Everyone says that I am just like my father. I am always happy to hear that. He was a kind and helpful man. He owned a bakery and would give the left over breads and cakes to the poor. On Thanksgiving and Christmas he would invite all of the area neighbors to bring their turkeys or hams to cook in the bakeries brick oven. They say he could fix anything. They also say that he was always in a good mood, always trying to make people feel at ease with a joke or wisecrack.
From the 100,000 hours of fun playing and doing things with my sons I now know it would have been a double blast to have my father around while I was growing up. I mean to have a father physically around I know now that his sprit will always be in me and his two grandsons. When I take my boys to a baseball game I always try to get a sense of how they feel having their old man sitting next to them. That must be a great feeling. (I hope) I wish I could have experienced it.
As I was growing up I always wondered how a 3 year old would react to his fathers death. Did I know he was gone, did I cry? My life long question was answered when my son turned 3. I realized that he would be very upset if I didnt show up one day. What answered my question was the fact that at 3 he would sit by the front door everyday waiting for me to come home from work. When I opened the door he would latch onto my leg for a good hour. Yes I knew my father was gone and I cried for him to come back home.
So this Fathers Day give your father a hug. And fathers dont do anything stupid or dangerous Im sure our sons and daughters want us to be there for them. (physically)
This is a picture of my father taken 4 months before his death. ( Im the one without the bow tie)
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I miss you Dad! Happy Fathers Day
Come stop your crying, it will be all right
Just take my hand, hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here, dont you cry
For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm
This bond between us can't be broken
I will be here, don't you cry
You'll be in my heart (you'll be here in my heart)
No matter what they say (I'll be with you)
You'll be here in my heart (I'll be there) always
Always....I'll be with you
I'll be there for you always, always and always
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
I'll be there always...
My dads grandsons ..
I know that there are different circumstances with not having a father or mother. I know that there are good fathers and bad fathers.This is just my own story. Like I said I was fine growing up with one parent..but I will always wonder what it was like to have two.
Growing up without a father never bothered me. Even all of the teasing and ridicule the other kids dished out to me and my brothers didnt bother me. They are the ones without a father whats the matter cant you afford one, Hey Charlie is your mother your father? HA HA HA!, Wheres your father Charlie,Hey Charlies father is dead as a door nail, A tisket a tasket Charlies father is in a casket. I took all of that **** like the man I was to become. Like I said I guess it didnt bother me because I didnt know what it was like to have a father while growing up.
Well something started to change for me when my first son was born 12 years ago. I felt something inside of me every time I held him in my arms or kissed him good night. When I watched him take his first steps, when I heard him say his first words da da. Something was there inside. When I taught him how to ride a two-wheeler bike, or when I played ball with him..something was there.
I would start to have dreams at night of someone holding me and kissing me, dreams of someone protecting me from all of the mean kids that said bad things to me.
I never really knew all of the details surrounding my fathers death. No one ever spoke of it not my mother or my brothers. I was only three when he died the only recollection I had was sitting in a neighbors house and sneaking a look out of the window seeing police cars and ambulances with lights flashing.
Well years ago Disney came out with The Lion King we went to see it in a movie theater. I didnt really know anything about the plot before hand. I was sitting there enjoying the movie up until Mufasa the father dies. The scene of him falling and dying didnt get me. It was after that when young Simba goes over to his fathers lifeless body. Simba started saying Daddy daddy get up get up Thats when I broke down I zoned out with a horrible flashback of me over my fathers body saying daddy get up get up. Everything that I had shut out of my mind for years and years all came back because of that stupid movie. I remembered being at my fathers side when he died.
Because of that movie I started asking questions about my fathers death. Between my brothers and my mother I was able to come up with the following account.
It was a Saturday evening my mother had just finished getting her 3 boys prepared to go to a cub scout meeting. My mother was the troops den mother. The three of us went downstairs outside to wait in the front of the house. My mother was still upstairs, my father who was always fixing things decided to go out on our two-story roof to fix something.
As we were playing in the front we heard a big bang or something. My older brother (7 yo) went in the back yard to see what the noise was. He came running out of the ally yelling daddys hurt get mommy. We didnt know what he was talking about we all ran in the yard to see my father laid out on the sidewalk with blood on him. He had fallen off of the roof. The three of us surrounded him yelling daddy get up daddy get up daddys hurt..daddys hurt. My fathers blood was all over our hands and clothes.
Daddy never got up he died in the hospital emergency room.
Everyone says that I am just like my father. I am always happy to hear that. He was a kind and helpful man. He owned a bakery and would give the left over breads and cakes to the poor. On Thanksgiving and Christmas he would invite all of the area neighbors to bring their turkeys or hams to cook in the bakeries brick oven. They say he could fix anything. They also say that he was always in a good mood, always trying to make people feel at ease with a joke or wisecrack.
From the 100,000 hours of fun playing and doing things with my sons I now know it would have been a double blast to have my father around while I was growing up. I mean to have a father physically around I know now that his sprit will always be in me and his two grandsons. When I take my boys to a baseball game I always try to get a sense of how they feel having their old man sitting next to them. That must be a great feeling. (I hope) I wish I could have experienced it.
As I was growing up I always wondered how a 3 year old would react to his fathers death. Did I know he was gone, did I cry? My life long question was answered when my son turned 3. I realized that he would be very upset if I didnt show up one day. What answered my question was the fact that at 3 he would sit by the front door everyday waiting for me to come home from work. When I opened the door he would latch onto my leg for a good hour. Yes I knew my father was gone and I cried for him to come back home.
So this Fathers Day give your father a hug. And fathers dont do anything stupid or dangerous Im sure our sons and daughters want us to be there for them. (physically)
This is a picture of my father taken 4 months before his death. ( Im the one without the bow tie)
<IMG width="400" SRC="http://publish.hometown.aol.com/morche/myhomepage/dad.jpg">
I miss you Dad! Happy Fathers Day
Come stop your crying, it will be all right
Just take my hand, hold it tight
I will protect you from all around you
I will be here, dont you cry
For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm
This bond between us can't be broken
I will be here, don't you cry
You'll be in my heart (you'll be here in my heart)
No matter what they say (I'll be with you)
You'll be here in my heart (I'll be there) always
Always....I'll be with you
I'll be there for you always, always and always
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
Just look over your shoulder
I'll be there always...
My dads grandsons ..
I know that there are different circumstances with not having a father or mother. I know that there are good fathers and bad fathers.This is just my own story. Like I said I was fine growing up with one parent..but I will always wonder what it was like to have two.
