Today is father's day. A day set apart to appreciate your father. I have a wonderful father. He came into my life when I was 6 years old. We have never used the word step father. He is my daddy. And he made sure I was loved and cared for. We didn't always get along growing up because I was a teenager and he was a preacher!!! Lord the fights we had. but now that I'm older I appreciate everything he tried to show me so for me this is just another day because I made up in my mind September 2008 to show my dad appreciation everyday.
It was early on September morning middle of the night to be exact. My mother called me frantic. On the way home from a movie my dad began to complain of chest pains, so they pulled over at a gas station. My mother thinking it was a just maybe a panic attack & it would be over soon. But it would not. On lookers helped my mother call an ambulance because now it started to look like dad was having a heart attack. So he was rushed to the hospital. Immediately admitted. Family & friends rush to the hospital to be by my mothers side. I was making a mad dash to the hospital because I was afraid my mother was alone but when I got to the hospital the waiting room was full will with family & friends. I became scared because it looked as if we were preparing for his funeral. My dad wasn't there and people were sitting around talking about how wonderful a person he WAS and how faithful a man of God he WAS. All I'm thinking is take me to my daddy so I can talk to him. If I tell him come on daddy get up maybe he will. He always told me I wasn't the boss of him.
They take me up to my dad's room & it was a site I was not prepared to see. My father one of the strongest men I know. This man moved a whole house by himself including stove & fridge. My father was connected to all kinds of tubes, machines beeping. I had to steady myself as to not break down in front of my mother. They had informed the family that my father had actually suffered an aortic aneurysm it was just a tear it didn't erupt and would take a very dangerous surgery to repair but without it he may not make it. My mother looked to me & my sister to make that decision. If it would save his life the answer was yes. Coming out of surgery my father was almost unrecognizable. Looking at him eyes closed and body swollen. I made up in my mind right there that I would cherish each day with my dad. God had spared his life and any time that I spent with my father or talked to my father I would make it count. My father came out of surgery but he had to spend the next 3 months in and out of ICU. Dad is home now still in therapy but recovering daily. He has his ups & downs BUT God so fit for him to be here so I knew it before but I know for sure now his life has purpose. I'm thankful for my dad. He may talk with a whisper and walk with a gangsta lean but he is here. And every chance I get I show him love. I love you daddy
It was early on September morning middle of the night to be exact. My mother called me frantic. On the way home from a movie my dad began to complain of chest pains, so they pulled over at a gas station. My mother thinking it was a just maybe a panic attack & it would be over soon. But it would not. On lookers helped my mother call an ambulance because now it started to look like dad was having a heart attack. So he was rushed to the hospital. Immediately admitted. Family & friends rush to the hospital to be by my mothers side. I was making a mad dash to the hospital because I was afraid my mother was alone but when I got to the hospital the waiting room was full will with family & friends. I became scared because it looked as if we were preparing for his funeral. My dad wasn't there and people were sitting around talking about how wonderful a person he WAS and how faithful a man of God he WAS. All I'm thinking is take me to my daddy so I can talk to him. If I tell him come on daddy get up maybe he will. He always told me I wasn't the boss of him.
They take me up to my dad's room & it was a site I was not prepared to see. My father one of the strongest men I know. This man moved a whole house by himself including stove & fridge. My father was connected to all kinds of tubes, machines beeping. I had to steady myself as to not break down in front of my mother. They had informed the family that my father had actually suffered an aortic aneurysm it was just a tear it didn't erupt and would take a very dangerous surgery to repair but without it he may not make it. My mother looked to me & my sister to make that decision. If it would save his life the answer was yes. Coming out of surgery my father was almost unrecognizable. Looking at him eyes closed and body swollen. I made up in my mind right there that I would cherish each day with my dad. God had spared his life and any time that I spent with my father or talked to my father I would make it count. My father came out of surgery but he had to spend the next 3 months in and out of ICU. Dad is home now still in therapy but recovering daily. He has his ups & downs BUT God so fit for him to be here so I knew it before but I know for sure now his life has purpose. I'm thankful for my dad. He may talk with a whisper and walk with a gangsta lean but he is here. And every chance I get I show him love. I love you daddy
