He came into my life during early adolescence when a young precocious girl with an independent mother needed an intervention from a strong, principled man. There was some resistance at first. I wasn't too happy about running to my mother's side during the night after a nightmare or a thunderous storm and being turned away because of this "person" who now shared her bed. Time and unconditional love served us well and he was my pop for life. He was strict and at times compassionate when discipline/punishment weren't the best options.
I appreciate this song, 'Dance With My Father Again' by Luther and although my father is still living--age compromises our ability to dance together again. However, I will always remember when we danced at my debutante ball sponsored by Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority. My Pop is from a working class background, highly intelligent and could handle a conversation with the best of them. We "showed out" in a sophisticated manner that night. ^◡^ You were magnificent Pop. Mama sat beaming as we were presented and walked down that excruciatingly long aisle. I truly felt like a princess that night..though. *sigh*
Our last telephone conversation was rather difficult. He was refusing the benefits of a hearing aid at that time and I'm not sure of how much he heard. I was informed recently, that my sister finally convinced and accompanied him for a fitting. He's still complaining about it and will not wear it at times. Cards, gifts and letters are nice, but calling him is best. I will raise my pitch, if needed--so he can hear how much I love him and appreciated his role in my becoming the accomplished woman I am today.
Happy Father's Day to the "Birth Dads" and to those who admirably took on that role and of course, that includes the Granddads and Uncles!!