For father's day, I just want to write about one particular day with my Dad. He doesn't have internet access; doesn't want his identity stolen. ;) But I write this in honor of the day, and to remind myself.
After living in China for two years, I came home to stay with my parents for the summer, and have surgery on my gall bladder. My Dad was the one who took me to the hospital. Being lapriscopy, and same day surgery, he stayed with me all day in preparation for taking me home in the evening. It may seem odd, but it is that day that I will most remember about my Dad.
You might wonder how recovering from surgery could be a good day. The doctor made sure I had pain medication, so I actually felt pretty good that day. My Dad helped me throughout the day. I was able to walk around the hall several times, even though I had just had surgery. But I spent the entire day talking to my Dad. I don't really even remember everything we talked about, but we shared stories with each other, and shared both personal, and spiritual experiences. We both thoroughly enjoyed our conversation, and I don't remember ever before having such a good talk with him.
When he is gone, I will probably remember his cranky ways, and his stubbornness, and his faults, but that one day will be the one memory that I will cherish.