Fathers Day in Australia today and as most of you know my father died in January so it’s a bit sad, first one and all.
But even though he’s not here anymore I can still remember what a great father he was. Oh don’t get me wrong, I don’t see him through rose coloured glasses just because he’s gone. I can clearly remember what a difficult man he could be; stubborn, impatient and bad tempered – I can remember more than once having to storm out of the house and take a walk to calm down after having an encounter with him, he could make me so mad. Too much alike my mother says.
But when it came down to it, he was a family man; he loved his family and he worked hard to make sure we had a happy childhood and even though he encouraged us to be independent we always knew he was there if we needed him.
This photo always makes me laugh. It would have been taken on one of our Christmas holidays because thats the only time we went near water. I’m in the red shirt and my sister Min is on the other side. I’m probably worrying about where the life jackets are seeing as how I can’t swim. He gave up smoking many years ago but at one time he never seemed to be without one in his mouth or his hand.
Usually terrible bloody haircuts we had back then.
Happy fathers day Dad – you done good.