My father I’m not exactly sure what is making me have all of these memories on Father’s Day weekend 2025, but I thought I would take the opportunity to put them on paper.
My father was kind of a tough guy. He worked a lot and expected his coffee and newspaper in the morning, dinner and quiet when he got home. He did not show emotion often. He did not ever say the words “I love you” that I remember. But, he did do things that thinking back now, were to show me that he cared about me and loved me.
I played musical instruments when I was younger. My father bought a saxophone and taught himself how to read music so he could play with me. He would play baseball in the yard for hours. I remember like it was yesterday, late one night I woke up all upset because I had forgotten to do some homework. My father sat up with me at the kitchen table with one little light on and helped me until it was done.
Yes, there were times he really got on my nerves. He would stir his coffee, clinking his coffee cup in the morning for what seemed like an eternity. He would mow the lawn early on a Saturday when I was trying to sleep in. He would get mad oh would he get mad at me if I talked back to him but I realize now, he demanded respect. He bragged endlessly about my talents. I always wondered why he didn’t say “good job” directly to me. Instead, he offered advice on how to improve.
I never saw my father cry until after his stroke when he was lying in a hospital bed with half of his body paralyzed and no longer able to speak. Tears ran down his face when I tried to tell him that it was going to be OK. I was going to be ok. My brother and sister and I would be ok. And we were ok with how our childhood was.
I wish I had tried harder to understand my father when I was young. Happy Father’s Day 💖
Judy Banas
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Judy Banas
My father
I’m not exactly sure what is making me have all of these memories on Father’s Day weekend 2025, but I thought I would take the opportunity to put them on paper.
My father was kind of a tough guy. He worked a lot and expected his coffee and newspaper in the morning, dinner and quiet when he got home. He did not show emotion often. He did not ever say the words “I love you” that I remember. But, he did do things that thinking back now, were to show me that he cared about me and loved me.
I played musical instruments when I was younger. My father bought a saxophone and taught himself how to read music so he could play with me. He would play baseball in the yard for hours. I remember like it was yesterday, late one night I woke up all upset because I had forgotten to do some homework. My father sat up with me at the kitchen table with one little light on and helped me until it was done.
Yes, there were times he really got on my nerves. He would stir his coffee, clinking his coffee cup in the morning for what seemed like an eternity. He would mow the lawn early on a Saturday when I was trying to sleep in. He would get mad oh would he get mad at me if I talked back to him but I realize now, he demanded respect. He bragged endlessly about my talents. I always wondered why he didn’t say “good job” directly to me. Instead, he offered advice on how to improve.
I never saw my father cry until after his stroke when he was lying in a hospital bed with half of his body paralyzed and no longer able to speak. Tears ran down his face when I tried to tell him that it was going to be OK. I was going to be ok. My brother and sister and I would be ok. And we were ok with how our childhood was.
I wish I had tried harder to understand my father when I was young.
Happy Father’s Day 💖
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