My Dad is a person I have admired from before the time I first knew him. My Dad had a wonderful sense of humour. His childhood and university days were full of harmless pranks and the nicest sound I can remember is my Dad reading or listening to the radio when something would tickle his sense of humour making him laugh out loud, infecting anyone within hearing.
My Dad had a strong faith but this did not stop him laughing at jokes. He taught me that if you believe in something a little ridicule will not rock that belief, if it does then you need to re-examine yourself. He also taught me that in life it is essential to be able to laugh at yourself. My Dad gave us the foundations for living our life honestly, cleanly, with compassion for all of our fellow human beings no matter what the race or creed may be. He gave us a foundation in Christianity and left it up to us to make our own choice, with no rancour when we both eventually chose to go our own way.
He was well respected within the church, ending his time as a Presbyterian in the role of Clerk of Assembly and standing tall amongst those that did not want to go with the uniting of the Prebyterian, Methodist and Congregational churches.
He was loved by his parishioners – both the elderly
and the children.
But to me he was my Dad. Helping me out of the trees I climbed and then became afraid to get down.
Teaching us to swim and surf.
Loving and caring even when I was grumpy.
Exploring rock pools
With my Mum providing a loving home (unappreciated at the time)
Always in the background
and in the foreground
And it was so special that he performed our marriage ceremony.
We were living in Vanuatu when he died. Although he has been gone over twenty years I still feel his presence within me. Love you Dad.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge