Lovely to see a father so engaged with his child. We often simply expect that of our mothers, but not of our fathers. It's clear that he wasn't thrown off by his late parenthood, but strengthened by it. Given, as they say, a new lease on life!
What an inspiration. I love the life-long learning and curiosity your father modeled. Thank you for sharing so we all may benefit in a small way from such a life well lived
Your story brought me to tears. My memories of my dad came flooding back. My dad died way to young at 58 when I was 34. He was larger than life to me and taught me everything I am today. Thankyou for sharing.
This is a beautiful tribute to the love you shared with your father. I too feel the power in the intersection of memory and future while tending to my children. My father died at 70 from a lung disease and then my husband from Covid. Life if short and having loved ones to help us with it is a blessing.
I remember my father. He used to tell me stories and sing me to sleep at night when I was wakeful. He seemed to have endless patience for my seemingly endless reasons he needed to tell one more story or sing another song.
Your writing and story is beautiful and tender. In my case, my father was about 25 when I was born. A good father for awhile, before the divorce. He never live to be my age, something I wrote a poem about … the strangeness of that fact. Thank you for your touching words.
Lovely. Maturity is a wonderful thing in parents. My dad died when I was 3 - he was only 36. I often wonder what life would have been like with him by my side for just a little while longer. I've only begun to get a glimpse when my own son, now 32, became a father. By all accounts, they have a fair bit in common. As I watch him parent, I see the dad I did have for three years. And it's beautiful, and powerful. And precious. My granddaughter laps it up. So do I. Love on.
My folks weren't as old as your dad, but they were older by a decade than any of my peers’ parents. I was very "anti older parent" as I worried about.my aging parents as a young adult. It felt, to me, like a disservice to leave a child so young.
But your essay has changed my mind. I've recently wished I had the patience I've developed when my kids were young. Unlike you, I was devastated when I lost my mom, but she was only 70 & her death came after the resolution of a health problem that had plagued her for a decade prior. in that moment of rebirth she fell, broke her hip, & had a heart attack in the ambulance en route to the hospital.
Thank you for reminding us of life's continuing possibilities! Old people, and young people should remember that "At any age, your life can change. You can learn something new, you can find someone to love, you can find joy that you never could have anticipated." How wonderful to truly believe this, as I do.
Truth about what counts. We so need to respect the older generations and stop forgetting timeless truth in our mindless attempt to glorify youth and new ideas. There is nothing new under the sun...
Lovely to see a father so engaged with his child. We often simply expect that of our mothers, but not of our fathers. It's clear that he wasn't thrown off by his late parenthood, but strengthened by it. Given, as they say, a new lease on life!
What an inspiration. I love the life-long learning and curiosity your father modeled. Thank you for sharing so we all may benefit in a small way from such a life well lived
Your story brought me to tears. My memories of my dad came flooding back. My dad died way to young at 58 when I was 34. He was larger than life to me and taught me everything I am today. Thankyou for sharing.
This is a beautiful tribute to the love you shared with your father. I too feel the power in the intersection of memory and future while tending to my children. My father died at 70 from a lung disease and then my husband from Covid. Life if short and having loved ones to help us with it is a blessing.
A beautiful tribute to your father.
I remember my father. He used to tell me stories and sing me to sleep at night when I was wakeful. He seemed to have endless patience for my seemingly endless reasons he needed to tell one more story or sing another song.
Your writing and story is beautiful and tender. In my case, my father was about 25 when I was born. A good father for awhile, before the divorce. He never live to be my age, something I wrote a poem about … the strangeness of that fact. Thank you for your touching words.
Such a beautiful piece. Thank you for sharing.
This is a really beautiful tribute.
Lovely. Maturity is a wonderful thing in parents. My dad died when I was 3 - he was only 36. I often wonder what life would have been like with him by my side for just a little while longer. I've only begun to get a glimpse when my own son, now 32, became a father. By all accounts, they have a fair bit in common. As I watch him parent, I see the dad I did have for three years. And it's beautiful, and powerful. And precious. My granddaughter laps it up. So do I. Love on.
Love this. <3
My folks weren't as old as your dad, but they were older by a decade than any of my peers’ parents. I was very "anti older parent" as I worried about.my aging parents as a young adult. It felt, to me, like a disservice to leave a child so young.
But your essay has changed my mind. I've recently wished I had the patience I've developed when my kids were young. Unlike you, I was devastated when I lost my mom, but she was only 70 & her death came after the resolution of a health problem that had plagued her for a decade prior. in that moment of rebirth she fell, broke her hip, & had a heart attack in the ambulance en route to the hospital.
Anyway... Thanks you for the new perspective.
This is such a lovely homage to your dad - and how wonderful that you have all those experiences with him to bring into your own parenting.
Wow, what a gorgeous story. What a lovely father you had.
Thank you for reminding us of life's continuing possibilities! Old people, and young people should remember that "At any age, your life can change. You can learn something new, you can find someone to love, you can find joy that you never could have anticipated." How wonderful to truly believe this, as I do.
Truth about what counts. We so need to respect the older generations and stop forgetting timeless truth in our mindless attempt to glorify youth and new ideas. There is nothing new under the sun...
Beautiful.
So beautiful! 💘🙏🏻