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…DSCN0619 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 🙂
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Here he is as a student at Emory University 1950–at a time before he was a husband or a dad….
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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….
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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…
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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…..
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Happy Father’s Day to all four of these most precious men—my heartfelt love to each of you.

7 comments on “Happy Father’s Day

  1. Val says:

    Father’s Day is a hard one for me for a lot of reasons, I scrolled through my feed this morning kind of NOT wanting to deal with inspirational stories, but I stopped at yours because you are my friend and because your inspirational posts have yet to induce vomiting. Seriously. It’s like those cards with four-part fold-outs and enough glitter for Liberace…just…no.

    Happy (truly happy) that you are blessed to have such wonderful men in your life my friend. I am now slightly less cranky after a very hard week.

    Blessings for your Sunday my friend. 🙂

    My Father’s Day offering is…fluffier….than yours:

    http://stvaltheeccentric.wordpress.com/2013/06/16/happy-fathers-day-from-my-herd-to-yours/

    • Well I hope I’ve not made you “vomit” —I know how tough these kind of days can be for folks —I’m not a fan of mother’s day just because of my circumstance there..and my husband isn’t a real fan of today due to his abusive alcoholic past with a very mean man….so I suppose days like today evoke all kinds of emotions for folks–the good, the bad, the ugly, the sad, and for some, the joyful…. I do hate kitchie hokie, trite, sappy, thoughts of all sorts—so no, I tend to be more “real” in my thoughts and feelings…and as I can say a happy father’s day to all these men, that does not mean there has not been tough roads to hoe in getting to today….lots of healing has come and continues coming in many great ways………….
      I’ve not e-mailed you back yet to check on your status but prayers have been constant…..for you and the pigs 🙂
      I’ll touch base this week……
      Blessings this Sunday to you my friend……

      • Val says:

        No, but I was visiting with poeticdialectic and her dear husband after church today and we were talking about those ridic sappy cards with the panels of poetry and the glitter — who even buys those cards, no one’s life is really like that. I’m not a big fan of fakey sentimentality for sentimentality’s sake. My public persona is generally The Encouragement Channel because life is too damn short to wallow in the injustices of the universe, but I do have a pragmatic and dark side who leans to the dark side of dark-and-twisty. I thought up some truly wicked “cards rejected by Hallmark.”

        And no, you didn’t make me vomit.

        Neither did this incidentally: http://www.americamagazine.org/issues/fathers-faith

        Nor did this one: http://cfspiritualformation.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/a-prayer-of-blessing-for-fathers-day/

        All families are imperfect, but imperfection comes in varying degrees. Some degrees of imperfection make all “family” holidays impossible. I understand this well. Life is to short to not just…deal (but that doesn’t necessarily make it easier).

        I don’t have a “W” anywhere in my name, but if I did, it would stand for “winsome” — random acts of kindness even in the form of a megawatt smile are pretty standard issue for me. But there was one day when I was on lunch break from the job I was working at the time and ran into an individual in the food court area of a local shopping center who caught me off-guard. In his professional capacity he’d be the central player in something very ugly at church that really stabbed me in the back and caused me to leave church (unfortunately his wife was a dear friend of mine…until that moment when he made it impossible). Later that day I had a dark thought: what if I’m being kind to truly terrible people?!?!?! Under normal circumstances where I didn’t know this man, I woukd have been warm as sunshine and sweet as sugar…and yet? What I decided was that it didn’t matter, kindness speaks more about who I am as a person and God’s place in that than anything — I didn’t need to meter my kindness. I think a kindness of a universal wish of kindness is not out of place, deserved or not.

        I did have one person who was trying to be forcedly civil in her shock that I decided to honor my sweet guinea pig instead of any human. Why not? The zoos and conservation organizations went in that direction. It seemed neutral territory.

        Things aren’t great, but I do my best to keep on keeping on. I will be looking for that e-mail my friend. Blessings for your week.

  2. nonfatlatte says:

    Wouldn’t you know?!?! My wedding dress was the same basic style as yours. We must be sisters separated at birth.

  3. It is 3:00 AM and writing to tell you how much I appreciated your blog expressing your trials and tribulations in your earlier years. Interesting that the learning disability followed me for years and yet no one recognized it back then. I grew up feeling stupid and slow in math especially. I do a lot of double checking!😊
    I never got to personally know Dean Collins but admired him so and marveled at his ability to administer to that huge Cathedral of St Phillip.
    I lived across the street in a darling carriage house on St Andrews Dr between 1981-1987.
    So it was lying awake here tonight, that I was thinking
    “I wonder what has become of that wonderful
    man, Dean Collins?”
    It was delightful to open your blog and read about someone so much like myself and read how closely connected you were to the Collin’s. I did not know they had any young people living with them in the Rectory
    Thank you. iI am in a second marriage to a a retired Episcopal priest from Summit, NJ. We’ve had a beautiful 20 year marriage, living in Delray Beach, Florida. I am now 68yrs old.

  4. It is 3:00 AM and writing to tell you how much I appreciated your blog expressing your trials and tribulations in your earlier years. Interesting that the learning disability followed me too for years and yet no one recognized it back then. I grew up feeling stupid and slow in math especially. I do a lot of double checking!😊 It has been probably in the last twenty years that I have all the smarts needed to get thru this life. I have to give my dear husband credit for reinforcing my savior faire!

    I never got to personally know Dean Collins but admired him so and marveled at his ability to administer to that huge Cathedral of St Phillip.
    Actually I lived across the street in a darling carriage house on St Andrews Dr between 1981-1987. Right across from the Rectory.
    So I was lying awake here tonight, that I was thinking, gee
    “I wonder what has become of that wonderful
    man, Dean Collins?”
    It was delightful to open your blog and read about someone so much like myself and read how closely connected you were to the Collin’s. I did not know they had any young people living with them in the Rectory
    Thank you. iI am in a second marriage to a a retired Episcopal priest from Summit, NJ. We’ve had a beautiful 20 year marriage, living in Delray Beach, Florida. I am now 68yrs old.

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