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A Fathers Love – Erin’s Story

March 24, 2011

As far back as I can remember during my childhood, I was attached to my dad every waking moment. He was an incredible man, who lead a wonderful life and had a bright future ahead of him. I thought everything he did was fascinating and it made me happy just to be near him. I would go to school early in the morning, and when kindergarten finally got let out, he’d always be standing outside my classroom with a huge grin on his face, to hold my hand as we walked home. I don’t think there was ever a day that he wasn’t there to walk me home. Actually, I don’t think there was a day that passed where he wasn’t there to support me or to just tell me he loved me. He never wanted to miss out on his family growing, learning and achieving new things. He wanted to see it all, and nothing was going to get in the way of that for him. He even went through all of the pointless hobbies I decided that I wanted to do, even if they only lasted weeks or months. Golf, baseball, gymnastics – you name it, I did it, and he was there to guide me through. He even became the assistant coach on my baseball team when I was 6 just to spend time with me. I valued every moment with my dad, good or bad, happy or sad. I was young, but I still understood the amount of love he had for me, my sister and my mother – I don’t think that’s something one can forget. On a beautiful, sunny day in the spring, I got let out of class and my father wasn’t standing there to greet me and I walked home in confusion. It was later, when I was close to being 7, I had come to understand that he became extremely ill of cancer. It was that moment where I realized, things were going to be different from now on. One evening, while I was sitting in the hospital drawing and coloring, my mother asked him if he was worried about passing on, and my father’s reply was surprisingly strong. “I’m not scared of dying, I’m afraid of what I’m leaving behind. I want to be there to see my girls grow up.” It’s been almost fourteen years now without my father, and I still, to this day, will never forget the smiles, the tears and all the memories that we shared – But most of all, I will never forget the love he shared, that has made me the person I am today.

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A Fathers Love – Stacy’s Story

March 20, 2011

This song reminds me of my dad so much. My dad was the middle of three boys and growing up his parents never said I love you to him. So when he had me and my brother he had a very hard time saying I love you to us, because he never knew anything different. Then I got older and well I had him wrapped around my finger. Growing up I never realized it but he had a hard time saying I love you to anyone. When I talked to him on the phone and hung up I would always say Love you bye, it took him a few years to catch on but he would still not be able to do it. He did say I love you when it was much needed but I never heard it often. When I got my licence when I was 16 he didnt want to see me leave that driveway and before I did he checked everything in the car to make sure it was ok. Even though he just did it the day before when we picked up the car. Everytime I went anywhere after that he would always make sure everything in my car was in good order before i pulled out of the driveway. He did everything he could to make sure I knew how much he loved me. Whether it be him checking my car, or even sneaking out in my car to get gas for me just so he knew that I had some. He did everything that he could possibly do. He never said he was proud of me or even seemed to care about what I was doing in life until the day that I came home from after getting my second semester marks from school crying because I had just faialed my first class ever and he looked at me and said “Stacy you will get it next time, you can do anything you put your mind to and will do anything you want” I just thought it was a dad comforting his daughter but now I know that it was his way of telling me how much he loved me and how proud he was. Sadly my dad passed away and I do not get to know forsure what he would be like when I move to my own house but I can honestly say that he wouldn’t be able to sit still and enjoy that his little girl did this on her own but he would fix anything and everything he could. I love my dad and he was always very akward when you went to give him a hug, he stiffened up and it would only be a quick two second hug but looking back those were the best hugs a dad could give. Everytime I hear this song I think about me and my dad and what he had, and what we would have had in the future.

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A Fathers Love – Megan’s Story

February 23, 2011

Being the first and only girl out of 4 kids I had my dad wrapped around my finger right away. My dad had never been to a dance recital or cheer competition, He was the hockey dad through and through. Being the second youngest, dad and never raised a daughter. So for him I was a challange he didn’t know how to totally deal with. So instead on playing dolls and dress up with me, he took me to hockey games and showed me how to work on cars. My dad would always bring me out to help even if it was just a little to cold out, he’d dress me up sit my next to the tool box and have me pass him whatever he needed.I moved away from home this year to attend college. Dad would never show it or say it but I knew as he left and told me to fill up my truck and check the oil before I can back home he was saying I love you and come back home soon. My dads never really been the one to say it  but now when he says ” Have you changed your oil” or “have you talked to your grandparents lately” or ” When are you coming home” He’s saying I love you. Thank you High Valley for recording a song that everytime I hear it I call my dad and say I love you.

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A Fathers Love – Kristin’s Story

February 18, 2011

My parents had me when they were 18 years old. Most people who get pregnant at that age do not stay together, my parents will be celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary next month! Most of my life my parents have struggled to provide for my younger brother and I. My dad was not around as much as I would have liked him to be when I was growing up, because he was on the road getting jobs where ever he could to support his family. I didnt realise it then but my dad was trying to make mine and my brothers lives better. My father, when he was younger wanted to be a police officer, his parents, for one reason or another had talked him out of it. He became an Electrician instead. I did not know that he wanted to be a police officer untill I told him that, that is what I wanted to do. My dad is a very closed off man, he has told me he was proud of me three times in my life and because it’s only been three times I remember them vividly, the first time was when I graduated grade 8, than again when I graduated highschool, and the last time was when I got into college and started on my path to becoming a police officer. When I was 14 I decided I wanted to play hockey, the first question my dad asked was “defence, wing or centre?” and I replyed “Goalie!” My father did not even blink when I told him I wanted to play the most expensive possition in the game, he just got on the phone and started making phone calls to find cheap equipment. I am now 21 years old, still going to school to fallow my dreams of one day being a police officer, and still playing Goalie in hockey.  My father has never tried to talk me out of becoming a police officer, or playing Net he has just supported me with everything I have done thus far in my life. My Father might be closed off with his words, but actions speak louder than words! My father is the greatest man I will ever know! thank you for letting me share the story of this incredible man with you. <3

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A Fathers Love – Jess’s Story

February 18, 2011

My dad was in a terrible car crash 10 years ago, and as a result has 7 lbs of metal holding his left leg together, titanium plates and screws in both of his forearms and 6 inch screws in his left hip and ankle. He also has a minor brain injury, which resulted in him losing the most random parts of his memory, including my childhood. My dad was a stay-at-home dad for most of my kid years and he and I were SUPER close; so when I came to realize that he didn’t remember any of it, it was a tough pill to swallow. The first few years after the car crash were a true test of our families’ capability to deal with whatever life chose to throw at us (we’re a 3 man team, just me, my mum and my dad). Fastforward to the present. My dad currently holds the winners title in the Manitoba Marathon wheelchair racing division and has also completed the Honolulu, New York City, New Orleans & Boston Marathons, all in a racing wheelchair. I know that our love, MY love, is what powers him through those last 4 miles towards the finish line where I’ll be screaming and yelling and cheering him on. I’m lucky enough to have a dad that vocalizes his love for me on a daily basis and I will cherish that my entire life.

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A Fathers Love – Kathy’s Story

February 18, 2011

I can really relate to that song.  My father grew up the oldest in his family with a younger brother and sister.  His family wasn’t big on sharing or expressing feelings and that is how he grew up.  When my brothers and I were born, we knew that he loved us but just didn’t know how to show it to us.  Instead of hugs and kisses at bedtime, we would get high fives and growing up, we never got an allowance; he would give us money when we asked but would always ask us what we are going to spend it on to make sure we spent it wisely and not on “junk” as he would call it.  Our lives were very simple, helped out on the farm, rode our bikes but in all that he would never tell us that he loved us or was proud of us; we just knew.  He ended up having to hold down 3 jobs when we were kids in order to support his growing family and never complained.  He would do anything for us regardless of what it was; paid for our college tuition, fixed our cars when they broke down, always felt that each day would require a new lesson learned or an old lesson re-learned.  I had moved out a few times before I got my house and each time I moved out and had to move back home, my parents would let me back without question.  My father always felt that each time was a learning curve that would make me stronger and wiser the next time.  He is truly a great dad, a hardworking man and a wonderful grandfather to my little boy.  He is the epitome of every country song about hardworking, dirt-stained, good ol country boys.

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A Fathers Love – Paige’s Story

February 18, 2011

I started playing hockey when I was eight years old, before that, ever since I can remember my older brother played.  Every week, my brother had a practice on Saturday mornings at 7 o’clock, and knowing how much I loved going to the rink, my dad would wake me up and take me to watch my brother’s practice where I would just stand, little hands pressed against the glass and my eyes the size of saucers.  After my brother quit playing, I took it up in his place.  I knew how happy my dad would be that his figure skating daughter wanted to be a hockey player.  I remember the first time he put me on hockey skates, instead of teaching me, he just stood back and watched me, the same way I used to watch my brother’s practices.  Every Saturday after that we would get up at 5:30 to go to the rink, not because the practice was at 6:30, but because we would stop at Tim Horton’s on the way, and every time, without fail, my dad would bring me a Hot Chocolate even when I didn’t ask for one.  As I got older, the practices got later, but still he always bought me Time Horton’s whenever we went to the rink.  When I was 12 or 13, I started time keeping for the “old timers” league that he plays in on Sunday mornings.  Our little Timmie’s tradition (as he likes to call it) carried over.  My mom used to get so mad when she found out because she would say “we have coffee and bagels in the house, why do you need to go to Tim Horton’s” and he would just look at me and smile.  Since then, I’ve moved from our little small town to Montreal to go to University, and for my 18th birthday, he drove five hours (after a 12 hour work day) to pick me up just so I could be at home and he could take me to the rink (and Tim Horton’s) on Sunday morning.  It’s not the first time he’s driven five hours to pick me up, and it probably won’t be the last, but even though he never says that he loves me, or that I’m still his little girl, he says it whenever he brings me Timmie’s or when he takes that drive up to see me. I hope this story touches you like it does me.

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