My dad is a thin man, not very tall, with bony white bow legs which are offset by his clean-shaven face, sharp, handsome features, and hair dark as charcoal. What stands out from the many childhood memories I have of Dad are the brown-and-orange plaid swim trunks he wore for nearly fifteen years until they became tattered and thread bare. Friends and family teased him about how ugly they were, which always amused him.
His comical disposition, silly ad-libs, and impersonations triggered countless giggle fits as I was growing up. Tick him off, though, and the quake of his roar turned my insides to Jell-O. My four siblings and I didn’t want to give Mom the slightest reason to threaten us with, “Wait till your father gets home.” Just the thought of his booming rebukes send shudders through my veins to this day.
Dad’s always been agile and seemed to master any sport with ease. This stems from his adolescence when his stepfather barred him from participating in sports because of Dad’s small frame and a fear he’d get injured. He weighed a whopping 117 pounds at age 19 when he married my mother.
In February, he turned eighty. An official octogenarian! The swim trunks, symbolic of Dad’s glory days, faded long ago, yet bits of his youth remain, for his hair is still shiny black with a tad of gray. Boyish expressions light up his face when he entertains us with wisecracks and quips, and he plays tennis twice a week with the gumption of a young jock.
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Dad married my beautiful mother 61 years ago next month. They raised five children who have blessed them with sixteen grandchildren, ten great-grandchildren, and more to come. I’d say we have many reasons to celebrate today.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
Not many 80-year-olds can dance like my father.
This video is from July 2012 when we celebrated my parents’ 60th wedding anniversary.
Do you have any special memories of your father or a loved one you’d like to share with us? What are you doing to celebrate Father’s Day?