Missing Dad on Father’s Day


“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.”                                                     – Linda Poindexter

Today is the second Father’s Day without my Dad. How I wish he were still here, in the flesh, so I could tell him once again how much I love him, how much I learned from him over the years, how grateful I am for everything he’s done for me and everything he’s instilled in me, and how fortunate I am that God chose him to be my earthly father because he was an incredible role-model on what it is to be a good person.


I think about you all the time Dad. Especially now with the weather so perfect, because I know if you were here you be where you most loved to be: sitting on my deck, watching the squirrels and the birds and the trees. I used to get a kick out of how you’d count and keep a running total of the number of doves in the tree. The deck just isn’t the same without you…

When I was looking around online to find the poem I wanted to include in this post, I found one that reminded me of the day I had the three big pine trees on the side of my driveway cut down. The sap that dripped from them constantly made a mess of my truck. So many times Dad and I cleaned that sticky gooey sap off my windshield — it was so thick we had to use a razor blade! The morning the crew came to cut those aggravating pines down, my Dad wanted to watch; I grabbed him a chair so he could get a good view of the take-down. He was so into it, it made me giggle.


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To My Father

By Georgia Harkness

A giant pine, magnificent and old
Stood staunch against the sky and all around
Shed beauty, grace and power.
Within its fold birds safely reared their young.
The velvet ground beneath was gentle,
and the cooling shade gave cheer to passersby.
Its towering arms a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,
As if to say, “Fear naught from life’s alarms.”

It fell one day.
Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.
But men who passed paid tribute – and said,
“To know this life was good,
It left its mark on me. Its work stands fast.”
And so it lives. Such life no bonds can hold –
This giant pine, magnificent and old.



And Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there! Enjoy every moment you share with them.

“Perhaps they are not stars in the sky, but rather openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy.” – Eskimo Proverb



12 thoughts on “Missing Dad on Father’s Day

  1. What a great tribute to your Dad, I Love these pictures of him and what beautiful memories you have with him. God Bless and have a good day!

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    • Thanks Mattie! We’ve been thinking of you. How are you feeling?? How’s the back?? Mom will be coming over tomorrow so we’ll give you a call this week to check in on you.
      Please tell John I said Happy Father’s Day.
      Lots of love to you both… ❤


    • Thanks Janet. 35 years is a long time to be without a Dad. But on the other hand, our Dads are never far away, are they? They’re always close by in our hearts.
      Hope you are enjoying your Sunday. Thanks for coming by.

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  2. Oh my, dear Michele! What a wonderful, touching tribute this is to your dear father! My eyes are blurry with tears. I remember you telling stories about this great man over the years, the bond you and he shared, and I well remember how devastated you were when he was called away to the other dimension. It was great to see the pictures you took of your dad in recent years, enjoying the natural surroundings from a vantage point on your deck while your hounds kept him company. The quotes and poem you selected to reveal what is in your heart today are powerful. I am sure your dad is tuned in to what you presented here today in his memory. I have never read a finer Father’s Day tribute.

    Bless you, dear friend Michele!


  3. I love your dad watching the trees come down. Father’s Day is still hard for me and it’s been many years. Memorial Day is even worse because he was a military man and he died on Memorial Day. So I get how you feel. For a while it got easier, but when I got divorced it got harder again. My son is a bright spot. Although his coloring is totally different from his grandpa’s, his facial features are the same. When he’s talking, he looks so much like my dad.



  4. Michele,

    What a sweet tribute to your daddy who’s now in heaven! I know it’s not easy and yesterday was a bit difficult for DH since his dad passed in March. I was unable to reach my daddy by phone yesterday, so I need to call him around 8 or 9 before the day gets too busy. I’m happy that you have such fond memories of your daddy and that you got to spend a lot of good years with him. This is something that I feel short on even though my daddy is still living. One of the disadvantages of marrying young and moving out of state is I don’t have regular physical contact with my family. Thanks for sharing your memories. It really touched my heart. God bless, dear friend!


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