My Dad...

Any man can be a father, but it takes a special person to be a dad...

It is much easier to become a father than to be one....

With this being said, a smile comes to me and I picture my dad.  My dad is not a part-time dad, he is always there for us even if we live hundreds of miles apart....you can say he lives to be our dad.   I cannot recall a time when I have needed my dad and he was not there for us....for so many it is so easy to become a father than to be one...but my dad takes pride in being our dad. He has been there through good and bad and still is.  I know that no matter when, where and how, if we need him he is there...for my dad family is first and always has been.

Growing up I have so many memories of him as a child.  The first 4 years of my life was spent with my mom and dad.  The next 5 years we were raised by my grandmother in Guyana, but my parents were always in my mind.  Looking for a better life for all of us, my mom and dad "left' us in Guyana and went to America as we called it back then.  I was only 4 years old, but I missed them everyday and I looked forward to their yearly trips every Christmas always hoping we would be able to go home with them.

My favorite memories of those Christmases were not the presents nor the candy they brought us...it was knowing that for 14 days I would be going everywhere with my dad.  No matter where he went he took me with him.  He was always holding my hand making sure I was safe and that nothing ever happened to me...

for as long as I live I will never forget those days..

When we finally left Guyana to be with them, it was one of the happiest days of my life because you see we got to be with mom and dad EVERYDAY after that.  We did not have much as far a money goes, but what we lacked in that department we made with love.  As they say a truly rich man is one whose children run into his arms when his hands are empty...my dad's arms are always open for us.

My dad was and still is the most liked man in the neighborhood.  He was and is kind to everyone he meets.  All of the little kids loved him because he would always buy them ice-cream from the man that came in the bus.  The grown ups love him because he is Mr. Friendly.  Making friends is just his nature...a quality I believe all of his 5 kids have inherited....and it seems his grand kids as well. 

Being a parent is not an easy job...I have no kids, but I see my sisters, friends, parents and others and I realize that it takes lots of work and sacrifice and even so you never know how they will turn out.  Fortunately, we turned out OK even if I may say so. 

my dad..

For me Father's Day is everyday, but on this special day dedicated only for dads I would like to wish my dad a very happy Father's Day.  Daddy, I love you and I want you to know that I never take you for granted.  From little you taught us to be kind, and respectful to everyone....no matter who they are... a quality I find very lacking in todays younger generation.  You were very strict on us when we were little and today I am thankful for that as are Nina, Nirvan, Mala and Rima....

Looking forward to many, many more Father's Day....I love you daddy.  I found this poem and thought of you....

What Is A Dad

A dad is someone who

wants to catch you before you fall

but instead picks you up,

brushes you off,

and lets you try again.

A dad is someone who

wants to keep you from making mistakes

but instead lets you find your own way,

even though his heart breaks in silence

when you get hurt.

A dad is someone who

holds you when you cry,

scolds you when you break the rules,

shines with pride when you succeed,

and has faith in you even when you fail...

THAT'S MY DAD.....

until next time...