Some daughters are fortunate enough to have grown up with a father who had “all the right stuff.” I’m one of them, thank God. Those almost-magical ingredients include a sense of humor that’s either witty or silly depending on the circumstances; an unwavering sense of justice and honor; constancy; intelligence; determination; and unconditional love for family.
I’ll share just a few good memories:
- The Willie Nelson/Waylon Jennings concert in Oakland. To this day, whenever I hear “Mama, Don’t Let Your Babies Be Cowboys,” my mind goes directly to our family rockin’ out to those two legendary entertainers.
- The Lovin’ Spoonful concert in Santa Barbara. Back when I was deep in the throes of Beatlemania, I was devastated that I couldn’t attend one of their concerts. So Dad took me to see a real, live rock & roll band. How did he stand the screaming girls around us? It had to be sheer love for his older daughter.
- Traveling across the U.S. on a family vacation to see historic sites; touring British Columbia, Canada; yearly vacations to Lassen National Park. The four of us had a blast on those trips; there was a lot of laughter. And singing (thanks, Laura!). I’ve had the travel-bug ever since, for which I’m deeply grateful; I’ve learned so much about myself and the rest of the world because of my journeys.
- As an adult, going to see Joe Cocker in San Francisco, just me and Dad. How many women would actually want to attend a concert with her father? Well, I don’t know; but I loved it!
- Christmas. Easter. Fourth of July. Happy holidays, all of them, thanks to my parents.
- Birthdays. Dad and Mom always made me feel special.
- Church. The whole family went to church every Sunday; it was the foundation of my values.
- Ties. Dad always liked the ties I picked out for him; or at least he pretended really well that he did!
- Dad’s owl imitations. I’ll say no more.
Thank you, Dad; I love you. I’m truly a fortunate daughter. Happy Father’s Day.