A Very Old Post from another blogworld

In Memoriam

by Dreamtime on Mon Jan 16, 2006

A Song In Memory of My Late Father

Oh, my papa, to me he was so wonderful

Oh, my papa, to me he was so good.

No one could be so gentle and so lovable,

Oh, my papa, he always understood.

Gone are the days when he would take me on his knee

And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter.

Deep in my heart I miss him so today,

Oh, my papa. Oh, my papa.



January 18, 1980 - the day we lost an unknown soldier of a country whose duty during World War II was not recognized. Not the least that we cared. A father to 8 children who instilled military discipline to us that I personally appreciated or I would be a different person today. A God-fearing man; though we didn't see him too often, he knew how to make up his losses in terms of his absences in our lives. There were so many values he passed down to us. Mostly are Biblical values. He actually named us all, from the Bible.

Few of his teachings that I would never forget:

"If you do good work towards your fellowman, do not expect that to be given back to you.

If someone does you kindness, give it back not to the person who gave you but to someone you know who needs it most.

If you do charity, do not let others know what you do, for there is God who will reward your duty and service in secret, for HIS namesake.

Treat criminals with due respect.

Do not murmur, grumble or complain of what you do for others."

My father for sure was not a perfect Man. Like me, he had his own human flaws.

My memory of him is that of a Well-Respected man from his colleagues, community, family and friends.

He was a Father and a Parent that we, children, along with our late Mother, could never trade for anyone in the world.

I miss my Father so much!!!!

In tribute to Him....


I am including past Comments from Fellow Bloggers:

by Richey on Mon Jan 16, 2006

Very pretty!! And so thoughtful!!! I really enjoyed reading it..

Reply:by Dreamtime on Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:25 pm

Thank you Richey. Tomorrow, being January 18th, will be my father's 26th Death Anniversay. Lately, the thought of him has really occupied my mind. While in the past, I wrote something about my mother; I thought I must do the same for my father.

You would always hear that boys have strong affinity to the mothers while girls are most attached to their fathers. Probably it is true though that doesn't mean my mother is being put off the picture. We had had our own fair share of ups and downs with parents. But really, I would say, I was close to both.

Thanks for taking the time to write a nice comment. It is very much appreciated.

by littlefeather500 on Tue Jan 17, 2006

That is so sweet Leah. I love that song to. Your dad sounds like a good man . My dad and I have a strange relationship. We were very close when I was little. As the kids grew up and started to leave home. He spent less time with us. He took a job out of state after my brother and older sister left home. And came home only on the weekends.
After I moved out he divorced us. It is a long story with a lot of water under the bridge. We have made amends. His heatlh is failing and he lives out of state. I talk to him often and send him e malis of stuff I know he would like.
I am not saying he is a bad man. He is a smart man, and was always good for a joke. And he was a very loving and was not afraid to hug us or express love to us. He taught us right from wrong. He was also a very proud man and for him to come to me and say I'm sorry took a true heart.

Reply:by Dreamtime on Wed Jan 18, 2006 12:19 am

Your story is pretty touching. My Dad had his own faults too. But I always think of his goodness. We did have had a lot of fun times and I could recount that every night he was home, after dinner was always a family quality time. While he raised us strictly in military discipline there were many laughter that abound. As a growing teenager, he was very protective which I did not mind at all. It did not even bother me that he was strict at all. In his strictness, he was very much respected by boys around our age. So his protection was visibly seen by many and nobody complained except my younger sister next to me. She reckoned our Dad was rather odd. I adored him. I bet if he is alive my girls would adore him too. Thank you very much Donna.

by Shirley Shaw on Thu Jan 19, 2006

I can Relate,Very well, To This Poem!
I "Loved",it Though! Very-Pretty!

by Dreamtime on Thu Jan 19, 2006

It's nice to look back .... and muse over the memory... I love the old golden days. Pure, simple, happy and innocent times of my life. I am sure it's the same with you. Thank you Miss Shirley.



Cheers!