Father’s Day

Thinking about my father on this celebrated day, and all the years I’d make or buy him a card to recognize him when I was younger. Later on, picking up the phone and calling him was preferred over any present or card. I wish I could pick up the phone and call him, or better yet, video chat with him. And even with that wish I can feel the connection through the ethers.

He was a big man in my life, not only standing six foot three, but being my role model for what a man should be. He gave my life a sense of safety and security and made me think I could do anything I set my mind to. He was a good provider, was a kind and caring man, and enjoyed life. And yes, he had some flaws like anyone does, but I didn’t see them until I was well into adulthood.

Memories of Dad take me to random times like once when we were getting ready to go skiing the next morning, and one of my brothers was bringing skis up from the basement to the front hall. I quickly saw him bring my skis up and as we were sitting at the kitchen table chatting I said my skis were already up from the basement. When Dad (whose back was to the hallway where our cellar door opened to) disagreed with me, my typical child response was, “Wanna bet?” And Dad answered with, “Sure. How about your allowance – double or nothing?” I paused, got up and made sure my skis were indeed in the front hall, and accepted the bet. Then Dad went to the front hall and saw that yes, my skis were there. He paid me double my allowance, which was probably around fifty or seventy-five cents at the time. I rarely made bets unless I was sure I could win. And Dad always honored his debts.

In fact, Dad was the sort of man whose word was his bond. If he gave you his word and shook on it, it was as good as a done deal.

Another random memory I had with Dad was during a drive with him. I was in my early twenties and had moved back home after college and we skied together. During the long drive he started telling me about how cortisone works to calm irritated skin – he was a dermatologist. Got an itchy rash? Cortisone helps. Got a painful, red sunburn? A Cortisone injection was the treatment. It calms the body’s defense mechanisms. He made it sound so interesting and being fascinated listening to him talk, before I knew it he’d chatted on for about 45 minutes. I don’t remember all the details, but I could have listened to him talk about all sorts of things for hours.

Years later, I’m pretty sure when I discovered energy healing, Dad told me about a paper he’d written when he was in private practice. Being handy, he made a wooden box and outfitted it with perhaps lights and something that made a sound – the details are a bit fuzzy, but he gave me a copy of the paper – and he used it when patients came to see him who had warts they wanted to be removed from their hand. He had them stick their hand in the box and told them they were being healed by the “treatment” they were receiving (he’d flash the light and make sounds), and he saw an 85% cure rate. When they so strongly believed they’d received a treatment that would make the wart go away, it did. Otherwise his standard treatment for wart removal was freezing them with liquid nitrogen, which is painful. Even Dad knew the power of the mind could be amazing.

My Dad was my hero, and even when faced with unimaginable challenges, he handled them the best he could, thinking of his family first.

Dad I miss you and love you always.

Dad during his Navy days as an ET, circa 1945.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 19 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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8 Responses to Father’s Day

  1. Dwight Hyde says:


  2. MariaTeresa says:

    Your Dad is smiling, beaming with pride about the amazing you woman you are today. Sending hugs and love to you my friend ๐Ÿ˜Šโค

  3. These stories brought such smile to my face. It’s these small moments that make up the essence of our fathers…and shows us how much love we shared with them and will always.

  4. Adrian says:

    Beautiful words about a wonderful man and father…

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