A Fathers Love – Kathy’s Story
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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