Father's Day Tribute to My Dad
Expect the Unexpected
I heard John McDermott sing this tribute to his father while I was in Sterling, Scotland. I was deeply touched by it.
The tears have all been shed now
We've said our last goodbyes
His soul’s been blessed
He's laid to rest
And it's now I feel alone.
He was more than just a father
A teacher my best friend
He can still be heard
In the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own.
I never will forget him
For he made me "what I am"
Though he may be gone
Memories linger on
And I miss him, the old man
As a girl he'd take me walking
By mountain field and stream
And he showed me things
Not known to kings
And secret between him and me.
Like the colors of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn.
And how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holly tree.
I thought he'd live forever
He seemed so big and strong.
But the minutes fly
And the years roll by
For a father and a girl.
And suddenly when it happened
There was so much left unsaid.
No second chance
To tell him thanks
For everything he's done.
Dad knew me a lot better than I ever realized. A few months before he died I visited him at his condo in Kelowna, British Columbia. We were sitting at the breakfast table. As usual, he was reading one of the several newspapers he read on a daily basis.
I said to him, “Dad, do you know where I really want to go?”
He lowered the newspaper page slightly and casually stated, “Antarctica.”
My bottom jaw almost hit the table! “How did you know THAT??” I was blown away.
He looked me in the eye, “Because I know you.” Then he continued reading his newspaper.
Well, my faithful friends and readers, what do you think? Will I share wild and quirky tales about an Antarctic adventure in a future post?
To my readers who are fathers, Happy Fathers’ Day. To my readers who are blessed to still have their dad’s with them, make a special effort to reach out to your father today. Dads are special and the years go by very, very quickly. I miss my Dad.
Blessings to all.