My Father

What can I say about a man who helped to shape four lives. Three sons and one daughter.I know that he loved us all. Never had a dought about about that .He was my hero ,a person I looked up to.I was always amazed by him .   The thing that sticks in my mind  today this fathers day is that of how he loved us all.It is said any man can be a father ,but it takes a special man to be a Daddy . And despite his faults he was just that `` daddy``. I can only wonder what it is to be a daddy .To have that joy of  knowing that you lift to this world to carry on  a son or a daughter . Daddy once asked me what I wanted  to be remeber for ? I said I would like to be rembered for  my art when I was gone .He said to me that he wanted to be know that he provided for his family.That he gave them the things that he never had as he grew up .Well Daddy, you did just that.   I think that each of us kids got some part of our father ,My oldest brother got from him independence , My second oldest brother got his stubron  side.  My sister got his  fairness.I got his artistic side ,. all of it good .Sometimes I can here his voice and know that he is with me .Even when I know that he is not .When He passed away I felt so lost .My best freind was gone .This man who  taught me that it was ok to fall .That you should never give        up .There was always the something that you contribute, weather it big or small.        As I go into my fifthy year I wonder what my Daddy would think of his little boy ? Have I been all he had hope for in a son ? I may never know .  Only the truth is in what you have gained from thoese that you have loved .So to my Daddy ,You had raised us all well.   With love and wonder you gave .Thank you .     Love  Mark .