Friday, 21 September 2012
The thing that stands out above all else was the way he loved his family. He cherished each one of us in a special way. He was fiercely protective of us. Even though I was a girl I wanted to be just like him, and every man in my life has been measured against him. He always made me feel safe, nothing could touch me as long as he was near. His wisdom is woven into every fibre of who I am today. The way I love and discipline my children is directly influenced by him.
My dad was never a push-over, yet I never heard him utter foul language. He was a jester, yet had respect wherever he went. To me he was perfect, and my mother never said anything that would make us doubt his perfectness. He faced friends and enemies with the same straightforward, steadfast look in his eyes. At times I was sure the devil shivered in his socks.
He was a rebel and a gentleman. Where my dad was there was always laughter. His blue eyes bright with mischief, yet sometimes I remember catching him with a far off expression in his eyes. He was strong, a man's man, yet he was a snappy dresser. He had Irish charm and was a ladies' man, but the way he looked at my mother made it plain to everyone that my mom was his only love.
Age and illness drew a mellow blanket around him, but he was still my dad, invincible and stubborn. If I have one wish, it would be to sit on his lap one last time, and say thank you for being my dad.
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