Sunday morning, its around five. I am waiting on the coffee. I slept in a little. "I" sits over in the chair, she is trying to wake up too. When my feet swing over the side of the bed, she is on the floor, waiting for the day to start. My kind of girl.
Fathers day is here. Cheers to the Dads who sacrifice so much to take care of their kids. I have written on my Blog before about my Dad. But that doesn't matter, I want to tell you about him again. My Dad was one of the hardest working people I have ever known. He wasn't one who when he had a day off got out in the backyard and played a game of ball. No, but he got up at five every morning at least six days a week, sometimes seven. And went to work, sick or well. In all my years of his working I only knew of one time when he missed work for being sick. And I wonder where Billie gets her work habits. Dad worked in a service station and when I was about five the lift that took cars up in the air to grease fell. Dad saw it falling and jumped out of the way. The edge of the heavy metal rack struck his back. He was hurt and was off work two days. Then he went back. His back was never the same. Always in pain. These days when someone gets a injury they go disabled immediately. My Dad never stopped and never complained. Hmmm, I guess that's where Billie gets that too.
He was extraordinary man. Quiet, very quiet. He never said the words out loud much, "I love you." He just showed it. Day by day. I see so many Dads that don't support their children and I think of my Dad. in all his years of working he never cashed his check. He gave it to Mom . She cashed it and paid the bills. An extraordinary man, my Dad.
He set an example and my Brother smiling Bud walked in his footsteps. Always working, always bringing home his check. An extraordinary man too. I see so much of my Dad in my Brother.Not only in his looks but his quietness. And the way he always took care of his family. Men like that aren't everywhere. Dad's like that aren't everywhere either. I feel us Munch kids lucked out. We just didn't always appreciate growing up.
At the side of the Blog you will notice pictures. Pictures of my definition of good Dad's. You will notice there is a picture of Brandi and her boys. Now the boys have Dads. They all go to see their Dads. But everyday of the week Brandi steps up to the plate and is there for her boys. They have a Dad in the house. They call her Mom. She works, cooks, takes them to the Doctor, plays with them. When they have problems she's the one that finds the answers. When they need understanding, she is there. I felt she needed to be in my Blog for Dads.
Vernon, Mike and Will are all three great Dads. They have all three been there for their kids on a daily basis. Doing without to take care of them. My hat is off to all you boys. You have become good men and great Dads. I am proud of them all. So to all the Dads in my family, I love you all. my Dad I know is up in heaven, just swinging in a porch swing, looking at all the beauty. So don't come telling me there is no Heaven, because I know better. You see I know my Daddy is there. I guess I better bring this to a close and leave Blogland one more day.. So for now, I'm outta here.
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