Saturday, June 14, 2008

Permanent Fingerprints on My Heart ...left by my Dad

Fingerprint [fing-ger-print]: noun/
any unique or distinctive pattern that presents unambiguous evidence of a specific person, substance, disease, etc.


There are many sayings that refer to a child's likeness to their parents:

You are a chip off the old block!

That apple did not fall far from the tree!
...and many more.

My sister and I have been working hard over the last 2 weeks scanning photos and trying to find the perfect song to put a slide show together for our dad. As we spoke about all the photos and the memories that were attached to one...it was clear to see that our dad, Mikel Conner, has left permanent fingerprints on our hearts and lives.

We found ourselves making comments like , in that photo he has "the Mikel Conner stare!" .... meaning he was expressing "the look" we were all to familiar with when we had shocked, surprised, or exasperated him! It was the lowered head, with the eyes looking at you straight way over the tops of his glasses... it was a look we saw often and still giggle about today when my sister and I see each other in parenting trials...and inevitably one of us says to the other, "You just gave that child "the Mikel Conner" look!

...And it is still quite effective after all these years!

My sister and I have pulled some photos of our favorite memories of dad and have put them to music. My sister found a poem that she liked and wanted to share with my dad. So I am going to post her slide show and the poem for her.

So dad, this one is from Tami's heart to you:





Dad

by Kit McCallum

I know it's not often enough I share with you Dad;

Seems long ago, when I was young;

I looked to you for guidance and love;

I listened to you; Relied on you;
And craved for your attention.

And as I grew, you stood patiently behind me,
Allowing me to stretch my wings;
Test the waters,
And make my mistakes.

Thank you for loving me as you do;
Enough to let me take a fall
While you waited in the sidelines;
Enough to watch quietly
As I matured and learned.

It may not be often enough I share with you Dad;

But thank you for being the father that you are;
A father whom I am proud of
...
A father I can still turn to for guidance and love
...
No matter how old I really am.




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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I will tell you the same thing I told Dawn.....the very best thing I have ever done is pick the "very best" Dad every. Love - Mom

Anonymous said...

sorry .......very best Dad ever not every.....Mom