Tuesday, June 23, 2009
My "Other" Dad
See that man with the kind face? That's my "other" dad. No, I wasn't raised by him and he hasn't been a part of my life as long as my "real" dad. On the other hand, he has been every bit a dad to me for about 37 years.
Cathy's dad is one of those rare people who really knew how to retire. "Retire" may be a misnomer for him. He went from his postal route to his wood shop. As testament to this, we have a beautiful grandfather clock and a unique coffee table in our living room, as well as various other pieces throughout the house.
This man whose grandchildren call him "PaPa" is a quiet, thoughtful man who helps instill in each of us the values of hard work and thrift. I married a girl who can squeeze dollars out of nickels and her daddy is a prime reason.
We have laughed over the years at his little piece of paper and pencil always found in his shirt pocket, but he gets the last laugh when he remembers what the rest of us forgot. He wrote it down!
I am forever grateful that he took me on as a Pinocle partner when Cathy and I were first married. He endured endless games of us losing because of my rookie mistakes. (We've had the last laugh on that one, too!)
The enduring lesson I have learned from him is to play games with your family and keep your sense of humor. We were playing "Balderdash" one day when the word was "cleek." Someone wrote the artificial definition: "a small, chinese stream." I looked over at his shaking shoulders and tear-filled eyes as he stifled a loud laugh and knew he was the culprit.
Bob, you mean more to me than you know. Thank you for being a dad to me! Happy belated, Father's Day!