I can’t believe it’s already Father’s Day. How time flies when we’re having fun (not)!
My father died a long time ago. I have few memories left of him. He died very young. I always considered my father a very good-looking man. It is only now that I realize how very handsome he was.
I do have one very vivid memory, though. My mother got sick and was put in the hospital. One day my father was going to visit my mother and I asked him if I could go with him to see her. He said “sure.” We took the subway to the hospital, and arrived at the hospital within 20 minutes. When we got to the desk, my father told the receptionist that we were there to visit my mother. But the receptionist told my father I could not see my mother because I was too young. I was 9 and I had to be 16 to visit her. So I had to wait outside while my father visited with my mother. I went outside and waited for my father. While standing, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and there were my mother and father waving to me and throwing me kisses. I told my mother I loved her and missed her.
When my father’s visiting hour was up, my father and I began our walk toward the subway again. We passed a store that was advertising a sale on coats. My father said to me, “Do you want a new coat?” The coat I was wearing was a little worn out, but it was still wearable. I said, “Yes, I do.” So we walked into the store. The sales people were very helpful and I liked them. They were very patient with me. I modeled coat after coat for my father. At one point, I said to him, “Dad, which coat do you like?” He replied, “It doesn’t matter what coat you buy, you look beautiful in all of them.” Beautiful! Me beautiful! My father thought I was beautiful! I always thought I was attractive by the way people treated me, but beautiful! No one had ever called me beautiful before. My father thought I was beautiful! Wow! From that day on, it didn’t matter the names someone called me. My father thought I was beautiful!
I finally decided to stick with a blue coat that had a mohair look to it, and walked out the store wearing it and feeling really beautiful. I held my father’s hand as we continued on our way to the subway. I kept looking up at my father, and I so loved my father at that moment.
As I write this, my heart aches so much. I would love to see my father again. I miss him.
Dad, miss you and Happy Father’s Day. Love you.
Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers.
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I’m so happy you have fond memories of your father. He sounds like the perfect dad, buying his beautiful daughter a coat on the way home from a hospital visit. I can see you treasure this memory.
Oh, I do. He was not perfect, but he was my father.