As promised I’m writing about my father this week. My father, my father. What can I say about my father?
“A girl’s father is the first man in her life, and probably the most influential.” David Jeremiah.
While my mother is extroverted and a social butterfly, my Dad is an introvert and would rather sit in front of a TV or potter in the garden than socialize. While my mum wears her heart on her sleeve, Dad keeps his feelings to himself. I have rarely seen him shed a tear. Oh he gets angry from time to time, but cry hardly ever. I think he may have learned to be guarded from his mother. She was detached and showed little emotion.
Mum is emotional, Dad is the rational and practical one. He thinks things through and makes decisions on the spot. Once he makes up his mind there’s no turning back. Mum calls him her rock and I can see that in their interactions with each other. In a crisis Dad can be relied upon to see her through. Mum says when it’s time for them to leave this world she hopes she goes first as she couldn’t cope without him. If we need help he is there for me and my siblings. My six year old niece calls him “Mr Fix-It.” If anything needs fixing just ask him and he will help in any way he can.
“Being a daddy’s girl is like having permanent armor for the rest of your life.” Marinela Reka.
I’ve always felt closer to my father than my mother. I think this has to do with our personalities being so similar. Perhaps I’m guilty of putting him on a pedestal. Mum will say he has faults and I know he does, however he’s my Dad what can I say.
“To a father growing old, nothing is dearer than a daughter.” Euripides.
He has always been a hard worker and an excellent provider. He worked in the construction industry, prior to retiring at 65. This was physically hard, but he was as strong as an ox. It’s only been in recent years that his health has gone down a little. Compared to my mother he is the healthier one despite being nine years her senior. He’s been blessed with good health and longevity. It’s in his genes. He’s 82 and the youngest of five. He has three older sisters all in their eighties and his oldest brother who recently turned 90. His mother passed at the ripe old age of 101.
His favourite place is being out in the garden. It’s green and lush and so well maintained. Dad eats from three food groups – pasta, fruit and cheese. Long after everyone else has left the table Dad is still there going through his assortment of fruit.
“I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father’s equal, and I never loved any other man as much.” Hedy Lamarr.
“You can take the man out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the man.” My father migrated from Italy almost 59 years ago, but still has a strong accent. He eats Italian, reads Italian and listens to Italian news direct from Italy no less. He is an Italian through and through. Although he loves living in Australia, having spent most of his life here, I think when it’s his time his soul will go back to the land of his birth.
Blessings to all xx