My Dad – June 17.2011

The story starts, “I knew the day would come when I would get “the”
phone call. The Doctor’s had told us the
tumors were inoperable this time. Dad had about 6 weeks to live. The
news came on his 63rd birthday and it was devastating.”
I have read that story on the air, every Friday before Father’s Day
since 2004. Somehow, God provided me the words to put on paper the emotion of those final weeks of my Dad’s life  before he lost his 18 month battle against cancer.
I’ve talked about his faith and his courage and how much I loved him. I
have talked about holding his once mighty hand
in my own, as he took his last breath and went on to be his Heavenly
Father. I’ve talked about a song, one that I’ve
heard many people say they don’t care if they ever hear it again,
called “Daddy’s Hands”. And I’ve told how it came at the perfect moment
to console me and encourage me when my world was dark.
It sounds cliche, but the truth is, my father’s death was a defining
moment in my own life. I have persued a path
to try and encourage others that have cancer, have a loved one fighting
cancer or have lost a loved one to cancer. And in so doing I have been
inspired and encouraged by others and their stories. I’ve learned a
thing or two about human connectedness along the way. We all really do
need someone to just listen to our heartbreaks sometimes, and say they
really do understand.
This August 31st, my Dad will have been gone 16 years. To those of you
who have been blessed to have never lost
someone you love, that probably seems like time to “get over it” as
they say. For those who have lost a loved one, you
understand when I say, not a day goes by, that I don’t wish I could
hear my Dad’s voice again, and for the opportunity
to hold his hand again.
My Dad probably wasn’t any more special than your’s. He loved my mom
and his family, loved God and his country and
tried to do his best every day.
I remember once I said, “Dad, I’m not
perfect!”. He said, “neither am I and that’s okay, as long as you are
trying to do your best.”
He always said that he didn’t want us crying over his grave while he
was pushing up daisies. So instead, this Father’s Day
just like the many years in the past now, a whirly bird will be placed
on his grave. It makes me smile and I believe it
probably gives him a chuckle too.
It’s mushy and emotional when I say this to you, but if your Dad is
still alive, please be sure to call him and tell him
you love him. If you can,squeeze his hand for me. When he asks you why,
just say it has something to do with some silly country song about
“Daddy’s Hands” and that girl on the radio.

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About Robynn

Robynn Jaymes has spent her whole life in radio… 30 years!! And almost half of them have been at Star Country. Originally from Cincinnati, Robynn came to the area as a Liberty University student. Along with all things country music, Robynn is a big fan of Football!—The Virginia Tech Hokies, The Washington Redskins and, of course, the Cincinnati Bengals. And also, “I’m addicted to the Weather Channel,” she says. Right now, Robynn is a big fan if the music coming from Miranda Lambert, Lady Antebellum and Kenny Chesney! Robynn is also a winner of the Billboard Air Personality of the Year award. Hear all new Warm & Fuzzies with Robynn M-F at 11:45AM!

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