Happy Father’s Day

“I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father’s protection.”
Sigmund Freud

I have been fortunate in my lifetime to witness first-hand the protection and love of several “fathers” throughout my life……
I want to wish those father’s in my life a most joyous day.

First to my husband who is most blog shy–but I did manage to sneak in this picture of both he and our son taken 23 years ago… May it be known that he has been, and continues being, a marvelous father to our son–our only child. Our son is almost 25, soon to marry and it is because of my husband, his dad, and that of the constant love, positive influence, support and guidance that he has received over the years from his dad that has allowed him to grow up to be the young man he is today.

Secondly I want to wish my Dad, aka, Mr. Mole, Pops, a delightful day. He doesn’t read this blog nor does he know what a blog is, but I want him to know how much he means to us…..we owe my dad a great deal for all of his support he has showered upon us over the years….This picture was taken about two years ago at Christmas. He was proud of his new hat. Today he’s a bit thinner, more frail and much more forgetful, but still a ravenous chocoholic 🙂

Here he is as a student at Emory University 1950–at a time before he was a husband or a dad….

It is to one of the most important men in my life, my surrogate father, a spiritual father, that I now wish to honor and recognize. A man who stepped in to fill all the holes, which sadly, Life had torn open in my world at a critical time for an impressionable young woman. I am who I am today, in large part, to my Godpoppa—The Very Reverend David B. Collins, dean emeritus of the Cathedral of St Philip in Atlanta.
A 30 year old most memorable moment, caught for all eternity….

And as he likes to remind everyone, he was a navy man (WWII Naval officer) before he was a priest—-home on the sea always…

He will turn 90 this year— a remarkable feat indeed…

And lastly I want to remember my own Pop, my grandfather. His death in 1967 was very premature but the memories I have of him are so very special. One day I will write about this remarkable man but for now, Happy father’s day Pop…(my uncle is the older boy with my own Dad the little one…..

Happy Father’s Day to all four of these most precious men—my heartfelt love to each of you.