My Dad was always there for me, he was kind and loving. He died when I was sixteen which really affected me. He was much older than me, born in 1899 and I think he was determined not to subject me to the same strict Victorian upbringing he'd had, he even changed his name by deed poll in his twenties to bring him into the 20th century.
I heard this song a couple of years after he died, I cried all the way through.
Yes .. yes I did .. Dad was a small farmer, only 5'1" but was such a large figure in my life. Set us all on the right path before he had to leave us. He died young and asked me to promise him on his death bed, to never let a woman on top .. "Son" he said "Please don't f#ck up"
My dad wanted a large family, my mom did not. So, my dad started another family with another woman. A few days after my brother was born, another woman he was with had her kid also. My mom found out when he took the child to get it christened at the church they went to. She divorced him when I was 3.
My mom did not find it easy trying to support a family of 3, when I was 10 years old, she was dating again and after being with several men, found someone who would marry her for support. She learned he also had a family, and had to pay child support, thus is contribution to our family was not very much. She divorced him after a few years.
She was dating again to try and find someone, while my brother and I were in our teens, but she never found anyone, and my brother and I grew up without a father figure.
My Dad passed away recently on August 21st just a month short of his 91st birthday. He was a good Dad, a good Grandad and a good Great-grandad!! So full of life everyone thought he'd live forever. He was a builder and has created many homes for hundreds of people. The last house he built he was 70 and was a house for the whole family to spend time together in Spain in the village where both my parents are from. My children and grandchildren have wonderful memories of family times together there.
My Dad wasn't perfect but he was always always there providing for all of us even after we'd all left home still thinking of the family unit.
I had many different stages of relationship with my Dad all of them good apart from a few weeks when I was a teenager and sparks flew. It's interesting to see how our interaction fluctuated between my role as daughter then mother, then grandmother and at the same time returning to my role of "just daughter" after my kids were grown and I was visiting more often than not by myself.
I love that my Dad lived to be nearly 91 and be there during all those stages and then for the last 14 years or so reconnecting as just father-daughter (with my Mum too). Talking about so many things. Sharing spiritual growth and love and hugs. I am deeply grateful and value those last years beyond measure. All come to be because I moved to Spain and they were spending about half the year here too. I feel at peace and have no regrets of anything left undone or unsaid when my Dad unexpectantly passed.
bodleing2: My Dad was always there for me, he was kind and loving. He died when I was sixteen which really affected me. He was much older than me, born in 1899 and I think he was determined not to subject me to the same strict Victorian upbringing he'd had, he even changed his name by deed poll in his twenties to bring him into the 20th century.
I heard this song a couple of years after he died, I cried all the way through.
Geno2809: Yes .. yes I did .. Dad was a small farmer, only 5'1" but was such a large figure in my life. Set us all on the right path before he had to leave us. He died young and asked me to promise him on his death bed, to never let a woman on top .. "Son" he said "Please don't f#ck up"
Thazager: My dad wanted a large family, my mom did not. So, my dad started another family with another woman. A few days after my brother was born, another woman he was with had her kid also. My mom found out when he took the child to get it christened at the church they went to. She divorced him when I was 3.
My mom did not find it easy trying to support a family of 3, when I was 10 years old, she was dating again and after being with several men, found someone who would marry her for support. She learned he also had a family, and had to pay child support, thus is contribution to our family was not very much. She divorced him after a few years.
She was dating again to try and find someone, while my brother and I were in our teens, but she never found anyone, and my brother and I grew up without a father figure.
First of all I'm not whining. My Father was given an unfair advantage ending up with my Mother who was not nice. She was pregnant at 17 but it was not his child. I say she was not nice cause trapping him is just a tiny example of how deceitful that woman was and was a awefull mother too. Trust me. So anyhow he did the best he could to avoid being at home which I can't blame him. I now people will say "How could you hate your Mother" "I say you should have tried it". Fortunately after they got divorced (when I was 10 ) they both ended up with a new family and kids. Both have passed away.
Fadedbluejeans: First of all I'm not whining. My Father was given an unfair advantage ending up with my Mother who was not nice. She was pregnant at 17 but it was not his child. I say she was not nice cause trapping him is just a tiny example of how deceitful that woman was and was a awefull mother too. Trust me. So anyhow he did the best he could to avoid being at home which I can't blame him. I now people will say "How could you hate your Mother" "I say you should have tried it". Fortunately after they got divorced (when I was 10 ) they both ended up with a new family and kids. Both have passed away.
Both ended up with new family and kids ... what about you?
I had a wonderful Dad, seven of us five boys and two girls, My Dad was in the army and every Saturday night he would polish our shoes line them up in the hall ready for mass Sunday morning, We were like his little soldiers happy days he was only 58years when he died loved him dearly
My pop was Big in my life but I have trouble talking about him. That road is closed now.
I like how Eric Clapton's tune, released around '98, was inspired because he never met his dad and this song also refers to his son Connor who tragically died at age four in 1991. I believe Eric's dad died in 1985.
galrads: My pop was Big in my life but I have trouble talking about him. That road is closed now.
I like how Eric Clapton's tune, released around '98, was inspired because he never met his dad and this song also refers to his son Connor who tragically died at age four in 1991. I believe Eric's dad died in 1985.
galrads: My pop was Big in my life but I have trouble talking about him. That road is closed now.
I like how Eric Clapton's tune, released around '98, was inspired because he never met his dad and this song also refers to his son Connor who tragically died at age four in 1991. I believe Eric's dad died in 1985.
Not sure how he was able to deal with his sons death, the circumstances were truly horrific.
My relationship with my Dad is very complicated. As a child, he was a great father...taught me how to swim, ride a bike, fly a kite, build treehouses, and to look at the skies through a telescope.
Then he found religion....and with that became a stern and angry man....who did not laugh or show affection.
Anyway, when I had my family, I pretty much took my parents out of my life. They judged everyone and everything..and, never had a nice thing to say about anyone.
I made peace with them...and, took care of them with my brother and sister when their health failed.
My children are glad that I did what I did. And, both of my parents realized how their unloving religion...hurt what they should have loved the most...their family.
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I heard this song a couple of years after he died, I cried all the way through.
R.I.P. George (Gaylord) D. You were a good Dad.