Carol Round on A Father to All of Us

“And I will be a father to you, and you shall be sons and daughters to me, says the Lord Almighty” — 2 Corinthians 6:18 (NASB).

Trying to find a sympathy card for a friend who’d recently lost her father, I noticed the display of Father’s Day cards nearby. My heart ached. My friend would no longer be purchasing greeting cards for this special occasion.

I could relate because I lost my father to cancer in September 2007. I’ve had 12 years to adjust to his absence. However, I still experience the loss, and not just on holidays.

My father had a sense of humor, often manifested in what we called, “Charlie-isms.” Although his given name at birth was Charles, everyone, except his mother and my mother, called him Charlie. My sister and I called him Daddy.

He Could Do No Wrong

 My sister and I thought our dad could do no wrong—at least when we were younger. He was a wonderful father to us and to many of the neighborhood kids where we grew up in Louisiana. Some of our neighbors had fathers who didn’t spend much time with their children. Other children on our street were being raised by single mothers, due to divorce or death.

Daddy’s job often took him away from home for weeks at a time. However, when he was home, he spent quality time with us. Often, he’d include neighborhood kids when we had cookouts, roasting hot dogs, and marshmallows over a campfire.

He also became a surrogate dad to our girlfriends who needed an escort to our Camp Fire Girls Daddy/Daughter Banquet. Daddy would accompany either my sister or I, plus one more. Since the events weren’t catered, we brought our own meals, usually fried chicken and the fixings, which we shared. Looking back, I recall with admiration the kind of man he was. He not only made those girls feel wanted, he had to eat two fried chicken meals.

Daddy Wasn’t Perfect

Daddy wasn’t perfect. He had his faults, just like all of us. I would be remiss if I put him on a pedestal. But he was my earthly dad and I loved him.

However, through my young girl’s eyes, I thought he was perfect. How many dads during the 50s and 60s took their daughters fishing, hunting, and camping? Took the time to teach them how to ride a bicycle, and later, how to drive a car? Not many in my circle of friends.

As I celebrated each birthday, and eventually left for college, I was exposed to a whole new world. I met people from different walks of life, including others who had grown up attending church as a family. I hadn’t.

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