Posted in Awareness, Blessed, Dad, Korean War, Veterans Day

Veterans Day

My Dad My Hero

My father joined Army

12 August 1949 he was one of the few from his company that came back alive in September 1952. He served in the Korean War.

The Korean War, often referred to as “The Forgotten War,” was fought from June 25, 1950, to July 27, 1953. This Page is dedicated to thanking and honoring all the veterans of the Korean War, their families, and especially those who lost loved ones in that war.

I was lucky my father came home married my mother and later had me 😊

One time my father spoke about the war that I recall and it still made him cry, I was doing a project in jr high about Veterans Day. And I picked Korean War. Had I known what my father saw and lived through I would have picked something else .

He told me he couldn’t tell me everything but what he did share I saw him as an even greater man than I knew he already was.

The Hangul text in the banner says “6-25,” or “yoog-ee-o” in Korean. South Koreans often call the Korean War, “6-25,” because this war started, June 25, 1950

What is a veteran ?

They are active or discharged retired or a reserve

They wrote a blank check payable to the United States of America for an amount up and including his or her life.

If you want to thank a soldier be the kind of American worth fighting for.

Don’t thank a judge ,lawyer or even our congress and senate for the freedom or defending your rights.

Thank a veteran

Enjoy reading that book?

Don’t thank the author for freedom of the press

Enjoy your freedom to pray and worship?

Don’t thank the preacher for freedom of religion

Thank a veteran

My father is my hero

I miss you every day.

Army Honors Korean War Vets Page

Posted in Bone Health, Dad, family, Fathers Day

Father’s Day With Out My Father

This Sunday will be the 29th Father’s Day without my dad. He passed away in August 1988.

It seems like yesterday he was here , yet it also seems like an eternity.

Thus begging the tricky question of what to do on Father’s Day when you no longer have a father.

For some, I imagine that Father’s Day without a father is a reminder of the giant gaping hole in your life.

The display of Hallmark cards, the loads of emails of spam sales ads “Give Dad What He Really Wants!” and the heartrending TV ads of dads as our first loves and our heroes all feel like salt on wounds that have not healed, but have just been bandaged over.

My father might not be here physically, but that doesn’t mean I can’t celebrate the things that made him an amazing father; an amazing man. A great man.

When I was little, he told me I could be anything I wanted to be. And he meant it. When I was a teenager, he said you can be mouthy but I trust you Deb , you have a good head in your shoulders.

And he really meant it.

When I was struggling or lost, going through hell in my first marriage,he told me I already had all the answers, and to always pray about any major decisions . And he meant it.


He worked a ton of hours and wasn’t always there  because he worked 2 jobs.  But he was always present when I had a play, dinner, and us time, or he took me and my friends all over town skating, football games, baseball ,basketball no matter how tired he was. My mom didn’t drive.

We’d have father daughter day or night. We’d go to a YSU basketball game and he was happy spending time with his family.

Even after one of many open heart surgeries he still was a good , kind happy man.

He was a dad you could count on. My friends counted on him as well. Because some had drunken fathers, fathers to busy to be dad, or no father at all..

He was a giving man, he would help the poor, the sick, help anyone in family or a total stranger and I am proud I am like him in many ways.

He was a great grandfather to my daughter as well.  I mean Words just cant say how wonderful he was. She was the apple of his eye. His only grandchild.

He wasn’t rich , but I never wanted for anything. He made sure I had material things and most of all ,his love.

When he was going for cancer surgery on August 4 1988 the night before he wrote my mother a letter , and me a letter and my daughter a letter.  He always wanted us to know how much he loved us and how proud he was of us.

I was truly blessed to have such a great father.

I love him and I miss him everyday.

Happy Fathers Day in Heaven DAD

Give Mom A Kiss For Me

I Love You

Your picture’s are fading but I see you in my mind every day as clear as if you were were right here beside me.

I know your always with me.

And tomorrow I will visit your grave and give thanks that I was blessed with you as my father.

I wish everyone had a father as good as you were. The world would be a better place.



Posted in Dad, Family Tradition, Family Tree, Life, Uncategorized

Fathers Day Without Your Father. 

Being fatherless at any time can be tough. But it is interesting how a commercially driven calendar event can bring on feelings that can otherwise remain under the surface. 
This will be my 28th Father Less Fathers Day.  I was 25 when my dad died. 
Sadly I have a couple of friends who for them this will be the first since losing their own father. 
As with all aspects of grief everyone deals with things in their own way and at different times, but these calendar days are often impossible to get away from. 
After 28 years I still don’t find it easy hearing people tell me their Father’s Day plans to visit their dad or grandad. 
I always imagine everyone sitting round the family kitchen table sharing laughs,plans,stories. While I am like an adult Orphan since both my parents are gone. And I’m an only child. 

Lost Dad in 1988

Lost Mom in 2000
My orphaned self (yup, I said it) experiences of Father’s Less and Mother Less Holidays really suck.  
A few of them in particular stand out. 

I remember buying him a World’s Best Dad t-shirt .

World’s Best Dad certificate which we proudly framed and presented to him alongside a book of poems, stories and drawings I had created for him. Poems I wrote my self. 

Pass over the Pulitzer. LOL
As I got older I bought him a Christ Head Gokd necklchain which he loved
What I do remember is that every time I made these daft little gifts I really wanted to impress my dad. And he always raved about them. 
I was most certainly a daddy’s girl growing up. 
I was an only child so we did lots of things. I remembered dancing on his shoes, (I would stand upon his shoes) 

He loved sports and so did I so we’d go to basketball games baseball games. He’d haul my friends and I skating and pick us up. 

Sometimes I’d hate that as a kid.

Now I treasure those times. He fed people less fortunate and no I wasn’t allowed to sit home. 

I am glad he made me go. He and my mother taught me to be a kind giving person and to reach out to those in need. 

He also was a great example of what a good husband and father was. 

Thank you dad for that. 
Father’s Day can be a time to reflect on these memories.
If I let myself think about things for to long I feel guilty. I could have been a less mouthy teenager. More appreciative of the things my dad did. All the time. 
I hope he is celebrating Father’s Day with his father and grandfathers. 
This Father’s Day I plan to think about what I’d chat to my dad about if he was around. 

I still want to make him proud and I think that I have. 

But I can and will always remember giving him a hug as I left his hospital room when I saw him for the last time. My mother looked so sad,so scared she was loosing her best friend. 
He was getting ready for surgery.
Looking back I can tell that he knew that would be our last hug. He even wrote me a letter saying how proud he was of me, how much he loved me, and how he would always be with me. 
My dad was good and loving and kind and generous.

He loved his family and community. He was a past Grand Knight with Knights of Columbus 3930 

He fed the poor and homeless

The world was truly a better place with him in it. 
My hero my dad. 
Until we meet again. 
Song: Dance with my father by Celion Dion