Its fathers day here in Australia so now is the time to show off your father or photos that have fathers in them.
It would also be great if you can say a couple of words and tell us why or what is so special about him or what is special with the relationship he has/had with his family.
This is my Father...I don't see him often, as I was raised by my step-dad. I have a fragile but wonderful relationship with my father that gets better every year. He is an amazing human being, he and my step-mother spend their free time and extra money traveling the world helping build homes, churches, clinics, etc in 3rd world countries.
For me, Father's Day is everyday. St. Francis is a constant reminder of the love and devotion one father has had on our family.
To all you fathers, out there ... Do not for one moment think you aren't important. Do not think for one moment your actions are not being watched. You are the mentors for your children and their children. You are the heroes to so many around you. Your job is the most important to those who watch you. Happy Father's Day to all of you!
He's not my father, but the father of our children. He is awesome. If my sons grow to be the kind of man he is, they will be kind, thoughtful, intelligent, funny, loving and loyal and I will never have to worry about them.
Not my Dad, but here is my hubby with the oldest Grandson. He enjoys the kids and grandkids. He loves his family and that's what I love most about him.
When I was 4, my father taught me to sled. He would get on the sled and have me lay down on top of him and hold on to his neck. Then we would fly down the snow covered street sof our very small town. He taught me to ice skate; to swim; to fish,to plant a garden, to play ball, to jump in leaves, to take a photo and to drive a car. He taught me to enjoy each season as it was. To enjoy each moment whenever I can. He is 81 now and I am always so happy to see he can still find joy in the everyday things of life.
This illustrates my Father's humor. I couldn't lay hands on a pic just now, but I found this online about a week ago. My Dad saw a lot of changes in the world in his lifetime. He lived for his family, taking us on long camping trips every summer. He was thinking of others all the time. When I was young, he volunteered at the Children's hospital. In his 70's, he was an advocate for the mentally ill, travelling to speak at the capitol. Up to the end he volunteered driving the LOL's to hospital appointments. August 17th, he would have been 102 years old. It's ok that I don't have a pic though, just imagine Santa Claus.
This is a reallllly old photo of my Dad and I. We don't always see eye to eye but he is there for me when I need him. I can remember when I was a teenager and I had Glandular Fever, after a week of being stuck upstairs in my bed I said I was bored, so every morning before he left for work he carried me downstairs and in the evening he would carry me all the way up the stairs, even with his bad back.
And this is another old photo, three of my siblings are missing here because they weren't born yet. My parents have (including me) seven kids, only one of us is a boy. Now imagine my Dad at the thought of having to pay for six weddings. :D
Of course I couldn't post photos of a Dad without posting these two photos:
My hubby and our sons, he is truely a wonderful father.
And this is my FIL. I am very very blessed with the most wonderful of FIL's. I can't put into words how much he has done for us and how much I love my in-laws. I especially though love how great a Grandad he is, my youngest son cries when Grandad (and Nanny) go home.
Happy Father's Day to everyone in Australia. I was wondering.........
why can't different countries celebrate Father's Day on the SAME date around the world. Certainly would be easier don't you think?
My dad was wonderful. He raised 3 girls, had 5 grandchildren, and he was always there for all of us whenever we needed him. He enjoyed talking about his family, and now I know why I enjoy working on my family geneology, something must have rubbed off :)
So many precious Papas here :) All of them darlings I know.
I posted this on what would have been my Dad's birthday to say 'take photos of the ones you love!' I had realised that I wouldn't ever have any more of him, as the sc suggests.
My sister took this photo years ago. This was one of my favourites, a tiny bit of horseplay from someone who was usually very straight-laced and sensible! Loyal, true to his values, and refused to give in to the stroke that took away his left side, independence and almost his pride.
I lost my father a few years ago, but I think of him evey day. This is his guitar and the narrative I wrote about it.
This 1966 D 28 Martin guitar was one of my dad’s most prized possessions. And now it is one of mine. My dad died just shy of three years ago. I remember worrying at the time that my memories of him might fade as the years continued on without him. Would I remember the way he threw his head back in uncontrolled laughter at one of my brother’s stories? Would I remember what he felt like when I hugged him? Would I remember his voice? When I pick up this guitar, my fears are alleviated because I can hear his voice in my head as clearly as if I heard it just yesterday.
I love this guitar for all of the childhood memories it holds of my family singing along with Dad as he played. We were not exactly the Von Trapps, but it didn’t matter. The guitar has only left its case twice since I got it, both times for pictures for this project. It’s the one thing that can still bring tears to my eyes and a painful yearning in my heart.
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To all you fathers, out there ... Do not for one moment think you aren't important. Do not think for one moment your actions are not being watched. You are the mentors for your children and their children. You are the heroes to so many around you. Your job is the most important to those who watch you. Happy Father's Day to all of you!
And this is another old photo, three of my siblings are missing here because they weren't born yet. My parents have (including me) seven kids, only one of us is a boy. Now imagine my Dad at the thought of having to pay for six weddings. :D
Of course I couldn't post photos of a Dad without posting these two photos:
My hubby and our sons, he is truely a wonderful father.
And this is my FIL. I am very very blessed with the most wonderful of FIL's. I can't put into words how much he has done for us and how much I love my in-laws. I especially though love how great a Grandad he is, my youngest son cries when Grandad (and Nanny) go home.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO ALL!
why can't different countries celebrate Father's Day on the SAME date around the world. Certainly would be easier don't you think?
My dad was wonderful. He raised 3 girls, had 5 grandchildren, and he was always there for all of us whenever we needed him. He enjoyed talking about his family, and now I know why I enjoy working on my family geneology, something must have rubbed off :)
Me when I was little,with my father.Unfortunately he's not with us anymore..
I posted this on what would have been my Dad's birthday to say 'take photos of the ones you love!' I had realised that I wouldn't ever have any more of him, as the sc suggests.
My sister took this photo years ago. This was one of my favourites, a tiny bit of horseplay from someone who was usually very straight-laced and sensible! Loyal, true to his values, and refused to give in to the stroke that took away his left side, independence and almost his pride.
This 1966 D 28 Martin guitar was one of my dad’s most prized possessions. And now it is one of mine. My dad died just shy of three years ago. I remember worrying at the time that my memories of him might fade as the years continued on without him. Would I remember the way he threw his head back in uncontrolled laughter at one of my brother’s stories? Would I remember what he felt like when I hugged him? Would I remember his voice? When I pick up this guitar, my fears are alleviated because I can hear his voice in my head as clearly as if I heard it just yesterday.
I love this guitar for all of the childhood memories it holds of my family singing along with Dad as he played. We were not exactly the Von Trapps, but it didn’t matter. The guitar has only left its case twice since I got it, both times for pictures for this project. It’s the one thing that can still bring tears to my eyes and a painful yearning in my heart.