A Tribute to My Dad on Father's Day

Connie McKinney By Connie McKinney, 14th Jun 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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My Dad taught me how to grow a flower, how to watch a horse race and how to treat others. As we celebrate Father's Day weekend, let's pause to remember how much our fathers taught us.

It's Not About You

My Dad was the kind of guy who got up in the middle of the night to fight fires. He also taught me the value of hard work and how to do fun stuff such as gardening.Even though he is no longer with us, he is never far from my thoughts. Father's Day weekend is a good time to remember everything he taught me.
Dad was a volunteer firefighter for many years. Fighting fires could be hard work but he never complained. If he wasn't at the fire department, he was probably at church. He was a church usher, a member of several clubs and a perennial volunteer at the church picnic.
Giving back was a way of life for him. He did favors for everybody. So many times, I remember him going out to the hospital to visit a sick friend or to a wake because a friend's relative died.
"It means a lot," he would say.

Always Work Hard

Whether Dad was working at the factory or volunteering, he never slacked off. Every day, he got up, went to work and gave it everything he had. He not only believed but lived by the old adage that hard work is the key to success.

Fun Stuff

Dad was the one who taught me how to grow a flower and how to watch a horse race. He wasn't much of a gambler but enjoyed thoroughbred racing as a sport. We would watch horse races on television together. At least once a year, we'd visit the track and cheer wildly as the horses thundered past.
Dad taught me how to watch a baseball game. Don't just follow the ball, he said. Instead, watch the runner on base. Is he about to steal? Watch the players in the outfield. Are they moving closer or farther away?

Life Goes On

One of the toughest lessons my father taught me was how to live without him. He died of complications from diabetes. He lost most of his eyesight but he never complained. He always looked on the bright side.
His death taught me how fragile life could be. Life can end in the blink of an eye. One minute you're here; the next minute you're gone. That means we have to make the most of the short time we have here on this earth.
I'll always remember the friends, co-workers and neighbors who came up to me at his wake and shared stories of the many kindnesses my father did for them. He helped so many people during his life. Even though he's gone, he still inspires me every day to help others and try to be as good a person as he was.


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I enjoy exercising, pets, and volunteering as well as writing about these topics and others.

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author avatar cnwriter..carolina
15th Jun 2013 (#)

a truly lovely dedication Connie...thank you...

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author avatar Phyllis Smith A.
18th Jun 2013 (#)

Connie, a heartfelt and lovely tribute to your father. I enjoyed reading it.

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author avatar philpalm
18th Jun 2013 (#)

Since my name is philip, I should be a lover of horses. My father also love horseracing but I just went to help keep him company. Eventually some golddigging woman hooked up with him and got a lot of money from my father.

Still don't let my comment bother you. I enjoyed your writing and hope you write more stuff.

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author avatar Connie McKinney
18th Jun 2013 (#)

Thank you, Phillip and Phil. Much appreciated.

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