My Father, Papa

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My father at 34

One of the best things about being a mom has been the experience of watching  my parents become grandparents.  This was especially true of my father, who died four years ago at the far too young age of 67.  To watch him being the fun, loving, kind grandfather that he was probably born to be was so gratifying, and kind of a reconciliation.

 

My father would never have been voted father of the year, not by a long shot – though his intentions were good, his behavior…not so much.  I always knew that he loved me, though he sometimes had a hard time showing it as I grew from a little girl to a teenager. Things became impossible between us after our family moved cross country when I was fourteen.  He was enchanting when I was a child – he was my big, strong, handsome daddy who would swoop me up in his arms and calm my fears when I had nightmares, who would watch Batman with me and take me with him on Saturdays to get the car washed.  But my father was a difficult man. He had very little good luck and even less common sense, and it caught up with him.   My father had a hard time understanding what it meant to be responsible for anything…and that was his downfall.  He was a dreamer, a gambler, and he never listened to anyone. He always knew best.
Then, my children were born, and my father became Papa. When he was with my children, he was amazing. He got such joy from being part of their lives as they grew up.  He went to their sporting events, cheering loudly (very loudly!), and spent countless evenings at our house for dinner. For a while, when things were bad for him, he lived with us. My son and my father had a particularly special bond, beginning with their shared birthday. When my father was battling cancer for the first time, watching my son play high school football was one of the few things he could find the energy to enjoy.  He gave so much love to my kids, and they loved him back so purely – because none of his shortcomings, his imperfections, or the mistakes he made had any bearing on them at all.  With them, he could just be Papa, with no real responsibility or accountability – and so they got the best of him.

Adam and Papa – 2001

I finally got the best of him too.  Now that I was a mother, I could relate to him in a different way – and he finally could see me not simply as his “darlin’ daughter,” as he liked to call me, but as a grown woman taking care of my family.  One of the things I learned when I became a parent was how easy it is to make mistakes, to make bad choices, to miss the moment because one is too busy looking at the big picture.  I began to understand my father in a way I never had before, and we became closer, and -even better-  more comfortable with each other.

When my father was diagnosed with Lymphoma at 65, it was the beginning of  a difficult three years – for him, of course, but for all of us who loved him, too.  The disease took away what he prized the most – his physical strength and independence.  We did everything we could to help him, to be there for him, to love him.  Losing him was by far the most difficult thing I’ve ever been through.  But as time has passed and we continue to talk about him, laugh at things he would have found funny, and remember him and all that was unique about him, the mistakes  made seem less important than the love we felt.

I’m not a very spiritual person, but every so often I have a dream about my father that seems hauntingly real. I wake up from these dreams feeling sad, but grateful. I am so glad to have the chance to once again see his face, hear his voice, and tell him how much I miss him – how much we all miss him.

My father – 2005
16 Responses to My Father, Papa
  1. Pure Potential Musings
    October 20, 2011 | 11:53 am

    Thanks for sharing your memories of your father. It was a lovely story.

    Next month is my fathers birthday and I too have been thinking of my father and “dad” as we called him. I wrote a similar article earlier this month and am thrilled with the stories it stimulated people to share with me stories that I never knew.

  2. Sharon Osvald
    November 17, 2011 | 3:15 am

    Thanks for sharing your story. I loved the gratitude and the honesty that shines through. People facing this same thing will be encouraged.

  3. Jenn
    April 5, 2012 | 10:44 pm

    What a beautiful, honest, and loving tribute to your father!! I’m sorry to hear you lost him at such a young age–I’m glad you made some wonderful memories with him and your children were able to have the best of him. That is such a blessing!

    Cheers, Jenn
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    • Sharon Greenthal
      April 6, 2012 | 7:29 am

      Yes, he was too young, but since he was such a big part of our lives we have lots of great moments to remember, so that helps a bit!

  4. Jo
    April 5, 2012 | 11:13 pm

    It makes me happy to know that you had some understanding with him and some really good times before he had to go.
    Some men are just born to be Grandpa’s even if fathering wasn’t their strong suit. My husband is very much like that. He was an okay day, but he is a great Punkin. (the kids all call him that)

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  5. sandra tyler
    April 6, 2012 | 5:40 am

    I lost my father a good 18 years ago; he never got to meet his grandchildren. But I still have dreams about him. My most memorable was looking in the bathroom mirror and having him reflected back at me.
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    • Sharon Greenthal
      April 6, 2012 | 7:25 am

      What an amazing dream that must have been! Thanks for reading.

  6. Paula Martin
    April 6, 2012 | 9:34 am

    Lovely tribute to your father. Sadly, my experience with mine was nothing like as good as this.

  7. Brenda
    April 6, 2012 | 9:50 am

    your dad was a handsome man…

    lost mine 3/7….had a dream about him too….i think it changed my life..i hear you..and tear up right now

    ((hugs)) love on…love on my friend…TFS
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    • Sharon Greenthal
      April 6, 2012 | 11:22 am

      Thank you Brenda! Dreams are so powerful, aren’t they.

  8. k~
    April 6, 2012 | 3:52 pm

    Nice tribute to your father Sharon :-)
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  9. Susan
    April 6, 2012 | 9:35 pm

    What a beautiful post…I saw your father exactly the way you do…thanks for sharing.

  10. Linda
    April 6, 2012 | 10:40 pm

    Thank you for sharing this story of your father. I’m so glad you reconnected with him and that your kids enjoyed their Papa for a short while. My Dad died unexpectedly at the age of 69. I was only 32. He too was called, “Papa” by my kids. Beautiful post.
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    • Sharon Greenthal
      April 6, 2012 | 10:54 pm

      Oh my gosh, 32 is so young – I was 45 when my father died and I thought that was young. My kids got to have him around nearly all of their childhood, so they got a lot. Thank you for reading!

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