“It doesn’t matter who my father was. It matters who I remember he was.” Anne Sexton.
My Dad was an extraordinary ordinary man. Father to three daughters, husband to my also extraordinary Mom, kind and cheerful grandfather. He did all those expected things of dads in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. He also danced with my mom in the kitchen, danced with us at square dances, whistled a lot, sang songs, and was a father/mentor to many people young and old later in life- perhaps always. If you knew him or met him, you know what I mean.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
Happy Father’s Day to all those who do the expected and joyfully unexpected “dad things” for their children and others.
Ethel Lee-Miller blogs regularly about people, the power of words, and her writing life. She’s retired from professional writing gigs after 30 years of teaching, coaching, editing, and gathering writers to publicly share their work. She is the author of Thinking of Miller Place, and Seedlings, Stories of Relationships. These days, in Tucson Arizona, she writes to inspire, to connect with folks, and for the pure enjoyment of it. Ethel enjoys sharing stories at Odyssey Storytelling, Artists Standing Strong Together, and anywhere there’s a mic or a Zoom room.
