My dad, Marvin, was pretty damned cool. He was hard working, fun loving and really cherished his family. And despite only having graduated from the 8th grade, one of the smartest people I have ever met. He could be pretty black and white in his beliefs and opinions but I was okay with that and in many ways I think there is something to be said for having strong, unwavering convictions, despite opposition and argument. He grew up during the Great Depression and much of who he was and how he lived his life was affected by that. He knew how to do without. He knew how to make things last and keep them working. He knew how to save money and spend it wisely. And he would eat anything except broccoli. He was kind of a hard guy. Simple was good enough and fancy was a waste of money. I am not sure those particular traits were instilled into me, but I came to know the value of them when I became a father myself. Maybe he experienced the same thing.
As I said before, he was fun loving. He liked to hunt but loved to fish. He loved to travel and instilled that passion deeply in me. And he loved to joke around, act silly and spend time with friends, which I also see in myself. Heck, he even would not mind dressing up in silly "old-fashioned" clothes every once in a while. He was, as my foreign exchange student Wolf Burkhardt would say, a "kunde." A sort of fun loving jokester.
Oh, and how he loved his cars. He never made enough to buy the big fancy cars that really appealed to him, but he drove what he liked and those were pretty cool. Much like himself, those cars were simple, hard working, trustworthy and got the job done.
But most of all, he was a caring parent and a wonderful father. He was strict with us without be overbearing. He did his best to spoil us without making us rotten. He was always around to help out both physically and financially. He was not a touchy-huggy-feely sort of father. I think the first hug I ever gave him was on the day of my wedding. There were more hugs to follow but he just wasn't that kind of dad. He raised five kids and raised them well. My brothers and sisters are all well rounded successful people and we love to get together and simply hang out in each other's company. Good Lord you have never heard so much noise from one group of people. If we are in a large crowd, I guarantee you that we will be the loudest group, laughing, shouting and generally having a better time than anyone else. He did that. He (and mom) made being part of the family fun. We saw him having a good time and so we simply followed along! Life is way more enjoyable when you have fun as a family. But what he did that makes him stand out as a father for me is that he was an EXCELLENT grandfather. He loved his grandkids and great grandkids.. Simply loved them to no end. He would do anything for them. He did everything a dad would do for a child and then more. I am so lucky that my kids got to know him. I wish they could have known him longer but the time they had with him, I am sure has make a mark upon them. They love to hear stories about him still, even though he passed away in 2009. I only hope that I can be the grandfather that he was.
I miss my dad. I really do. But he is not really gone for me. I can hear him in my head quite often. I can also hear him in some of what I say and see him in some of what I do. He was a good guy and I think the world would be a better place if everyone had a dad that was decent, fun loving, caring, and simply there for his kids. You can't pick your parents, but I am damned lucky I got the dad I did.
