“Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.”
My Dad, Andrew Leslie
Kind, honest, successful business man,
honored athlete, compassionate leader,
genuine friend. . .
Husband to Suzanne, father to Lynne, Jani, Brooke
Grandfather to Ben, Adam, JJ,
Jeremiah, Hannah, Logan and Leslie. . .
Who loves the heat of the sun, a good bowl of ice cream,
reading a good book,
spending time with his loved ones. . .
Who feels compelled to talk to strangers
Hides the intensity of his emotions,
cries when the choir sings, “America the Beautiful”. . .
Who gives generously - always
laughs contagiously
and loves to tell a good story. . .
Who would love to see his girls happy and healthy
his grandchildren realize their potential,
and remain healthy to enjoy his Life. . .
Who shares his wisdom, his humor, and his opinion. . .
Who is a good man,
a loving husband, father, grandfather
and a fun companion.
In 2002 for my Dad’s 77th birthday I created a page of celebration in my Creative memories album. I was so proud of it and shared it with my Dad so he might see how I honored him. It wasn’t that he didn’t like it, though his response was it read like his obituary.
My Dad has been gone for over 11 years this Father’s Day. Today I reread the page I created, and the attributes still ring true of my father. Reuniting with these memories reminds me of how much my dad is still in my Life, daily influencing me to be my best self. I am reminded and can feel his love and support. The memories also stir a sadness for the loss and grief I still hold in my heart.
I have a longing to hear his voice and to receive his wise council. Going to ‘have a talk’ with my dad was like seeking out the Oracle or the Supreme Chief of our tribe.
Initially I felt timid in beginning our conversations. I had generally gotten myself into trouble or was feeling disappointed in my behavior. I could never figure out how Dad seemed to already know what was up.
He was a very good listener. I’d ramble on about my problem while he gave me his full attention. When I finally ran out of steam, I’d wait patiently (or impatiently) for him to respond.
He’d take a minute or two to sit back and process. Then came the proverbial questions:
What do you think is the problem?
What do you think you should do Jani?
How could I help?
My dad always helped me to see the situation more clearly. He helped me to see my part in it and what responsibility was mine to take. I came away with a better understanding and a clear picture of my next step.
Through living his Life, my father taught me about honesty, persistence, integrity, generosity, discipline, commitment, loyalty and love.
As Father’s Day rolls around again this year, I treasure the place in my heart that he fills with love. I rejoice in the many cherished memories we still share.
I recognize there is not a man alive or dead that I admire and respect more than my dad. The depth and understanding of the gifts he gave me and our family continue to teach me one more lesson.
Gratitude.