Every Friday before Father’s Day since 2004, I have had the privilege of sharing my Dad’s story on the radio.
I’ve talked about his courageous battle against cancer. I’ve talked about how he loved me, my mom and my family and how he taught us to love God. I’ve talked about missing him and the difference in my life since he’s been gone.
This Father’s Day, as in the one’s that have preceded it, I will find my own way to honor the memory of the sweet and incredible man that I called Daddy.
I’d like to encourage you to find time for your Dad too. If you are lucky enough to still have him, then call him, tell him you love him, spend time with him and squeeze his hand for me.
There is that song by Holly Dunn, “Daddy’s Hands” that is and will always remain special to me. I heard it the morning I was on my way to my Dad funeral and it was just what I needed at my darkest moment. I’ve always had a thing about hands. I’ve looked at other people’s hands to see if they are strong, gentle, kind, hands with a heart if you will. So this song couldn’t have been more perfect for me.
So, while this probably sounds sappy and a little silly, I’d like to ask you to please squeeze your Dad’s hand this Father’s Day, for me. Since I can’t squeeze my Pop’s hand anymore, the thought that this Father’s Day that Daddy’s hands will be squeezed all over the community, takes some of the sadness away and give me a reason to smile. It means my pop and I can make a difference even though we aren’t together anymore and that’s pretty powerful.
Happy Father’s Day.
~ Robynn Jaymes