[Marshellette]

An Irish fellow is my father. He has red hair and worked construction and reads history and watches TV and likes dogs and laughs a lot. He also has a vile temper like most redheads so I stay away, that is my father.

[(JD)]

My own physical father is no longer here...he was of Scotch-Irish/Cherokee descent and quite witty and hard working but cleared the area when he was angry.

My current Father is God...and He only shows me love and caring. I can't wait to go home.

[BubonicPlague]

I have a biological father who is in prison for attempted murder, and a loving adoptive father who I live with now.

[IchbinkeinTeufel]

He's Scottish. He's crazy. He's strong. He's proud. He's wise. He's kind. He can be generous. He's the sort of person that would go out of his way to help someone, and has done on many occasions. He's a guitarist. He's a great cook. He's incredibly stubborn. He lacks tact. Haha. He's poetic. He's brave.

Yep, that's my dad.

[Raging Quiet]

'When he is nice, he is very very nice, when he is bad he can be evil'

[seeker1950]

Originally Posted by Zwangsstörung

He's Scottish. He's crazy. He's strong. He's proud. He's wise. He's kind. He can be generous. He's the sort of person that would go out of his way to help someone, and has done on many occasions. He's a guitarist. He's a great cook. He's incredibly stubborn. He lacks tact. Haha. He's poetic. He's brave.

Yep, that's my dad.

I like your father!

[Nammu]

My father was a flawed human who's mind and heart were at war. He was a mans man of the 40s and 50s. He was a better father than a husband although he provided well for our physical needs his need to be a "man" caused great frustration and anger that kept him emotionally on edge and could explode at small things for no reason, but only around family.

[seeker1950]

My dad was so sweet and gentle. Didn't like guns or hunting, was a gifted guitarist, would have been in some accomplished field of endeavor, but, as he said, he spent his youth behind a mule in a field. He never hit me or was harsh (unlike my mother), and he said to me, as he was about to walk me down the aisle on my wedding day, "You don't have to do this." Wish I'd listened to him and created a scandal instead of going thru with it!

[Fresia]

My father pre-stroke was a loving, kind, but tough, brilliant man with a keen mind and great wit and sense of humor, even tempered and liked by all he met; quite a charmer. He provided well for us, working long and hard through much adversity in his life, and yet was always there to support us. Post stroke, he is a shell of the man he once was, no humor, no insight, no emotion, daily tasks are difficult, but still fighting to regain all that he lost. I miss all that he was and my best friend, and I admire and love him still for who is. He will always be my hero.

[ifst5]

Mine can never love me and will therefore always mean very little to me.

[abused-baker]

I dont know my father. as such he means nothing for me.
i wish i could say God is my father, and even if i'm a spiritual person, i can't say he is.
the closest thing to a father i ever knew/had was a chemistry teacher in high school. for some weird reason he really liked me. he would always give me a passing score, even when I didnt deserve it. mind you, he didn't do it with almost no other kids in my class. he had black curly hair and blue eyes.

[waiting4]

My father was also Irish, but no bravado for all that. He drank, to excess as I got older. He was funny, looked like Dean Martin, loved the Rockets, had a temper but rarely shouted...just a slow look that set you straight.

He was afraid of my mother. Everyone was afraid of my mother. When she finally kicked him out (after inheriting money from her father) I think my dad was relieved. We moved and I only saw him once after that. We talked once on the phone. I think it hurt him...greatly as I was his first child and he'd been nearly 50 when I was born. But at that time....that's how things were done.

Later as an adult I realized what had been denied both me and my brother, but by then it was too late. I loved my dad.

[Mindful55]

My dad was my Hero

No one in this world could understand how I felt except him.

I miss him on a daily basis, and HE is remembered for what he gave in this lifetime.

I miss you daddy

[eskielover]

My dad was a kind person....but I never really knew him even through he was always there in my life. He had absolutely no self-confidence....& he had no idea how to relate to people. He had managed to graduate from high school, but growing up, there were never books or news papers or anything that he ever read to gain any sort of knowledge about what was going on in the world around him....& yet when people would invite my parents over (which was few & far between & only when it was a social situation where leaving them out would be awkward).....he would argue about things he knew NOTHING about. I was always so embarrassed by him....I didn't want anyone to know that he nor my mother were any relation to me....I can remember feeling that way from about the age of 5 on. They were good people.....& my Dad when he finally was pushed after coming back from WWII got a job at Lockheed working on the flighline, fixing planes.....then got involved in working on the SR-71......a top secret plane at that time. He basically had NO sense of humor.....but then he really never talked to people unless he was in a group...& then like I said, he wasn't wise enough to keep his mouth shut about things he knew nothing about.....but I know that came from his father because my grandfather was the same way.....& far be it from me even as a little kid not to take on a fight......but mostly I just listened & thought....HOW STUPID!!!!.

I look back & think how sad that I don't have really GOOD memories of my dad (nor my parents as a whole). We did have some good times after I got married & after I got my degree & became a aerospace firmware design engineer.....but my dad was sure that anyone who went to college turned out BAD because it would destroy the mind.

We always took my parents on vacation with us. They enjoyed our winter vacations to Jackson Hole....my dad actually went on a dog sled trip after the previous year of having heart bypass surgery. I brought them along mostly because I knew they never would have been able to afford going to the places we went to.....& our daughter was very attached to them. I think my parents were better parents to our daughter than they were to me.....& my daughter saw them in ways that I never was able to. They actually took care of our daughter so that I could pursue my career.....so in that way I owed a lot to my dad & mom which was also why I felt like including them in our vacations was something very important to do.

My mother was so dependent on my dad for everything also....as she felt she wasn't able to see well enough to drive.....until I was 16 & didn't need her to drive any longer.....but she never went anywhere that my father didn't take her. With both parents who had no self-confidence....it wasn't a very comfortable home to grow up in.....& all I remember was the fight I felt inside to GET OUT.

I think my dad tried hard & deep inside he wanted to be accepted as a dad....but from his own dad he never learned how....& he wasn't the kind of person who could learn anything on his own by knowing what he wanted to be like.

Unlike me....I knew I wanted to be NOTHING like my parents & definitely didn't want to marry anyone like my dad.....instead I married someone almost worse.....but that's been posted in many other threads.

A verbally abusive and controlling person who I blame for a lot of my anxiety.

My father passed away when I was a little girl. He was brilliant and successful and always took time to play video games with us no matter how busy he was. Lately my family has been saying nothing but awful things about him (i.e. he was too practical, cheap, naive, irritating) and when I bring up anything positive about him they tell me my memory is flawed because I was too young to remember how 'bad' he was. This is so disrespectful to a dead man who devoted so many years of his life to taking care of us. I will always love him no matter what they say. Also, he had a killer sense of dad humor...

[loveyouhun]

Hi,

My Dad is no longer here. He was a nice man and very strict. Would get hit with belt or hair pulling. But he always help me financially when I need it. He was a Sheet Metal Worker at construction sites. I sure do miss him (died March '08). Love you Dad

Christa

[WantingPeace]

My dad left us behind when he married my step-mother. She was the type of person who only wanted HER kids in their lives and admitted that she had been trying to eliminate us from his life.
Now that my step-mother is gone (along with all of the family money, which was a HUGE amount that she put in her daughter's name once my dad started to be senile) he lives with my brothers. At his wife's funeral he admitted that what he'd done to us kids was wrong.
I chased my father for his love and approval for many years, until I finally gave up, but I figured that if she died first he'd be out of a place to live (they had been living with my step-sister and her family) and I was right.
I love my dad, and wish he told me he was proud of me, but it's not as important now. But I also wish I could be closer to home so I could help my brothers take care of him. I don't want him to ever go into a nursing home, and I'd like to help him keep his dignity for as long as possible.
So, that's my relationship with my dad.

[samuli]

My father is successful, intelligent and compassionate. Yet he has faults like we all do. He is afraid of things that he doesn't understand (like mental health problems) and he would rather pretend that everything is okay. He has and still does provide for me in every way possible and my parents are wonderful people.

[MuseumGhost]

It would take several volumes to really say everything my Dad was to me.

[actual-spock]

my father... my father is the man who made my life into a living hell
he's the man who insults me till i cry alone
he's the one who calls me the most awful names
he's the one who will never like me because apparently im not good enough
he's the first person i hated.

[seeker1950]

My dad was a pacifist, after his experiences in WWII. He was gentle, and never hit me (unlike my mother, who was abusive). I often wished, though, that he would "rescue" me. His obsession with religion, I have surmised, was an attempt to escape his pervasive depression. In fact, I think both of my parents were clinically depressed. Here's a pic of my dad:

[cailin caillte]

My Dad is an amazing man, whom I have known for the sixteen years of my life, yet I'm still figuring him out. He works in the army and has traits of the traditional Irish personality. I am an exact copy of him, temper and all. He is hated as much as he is loved. I am scared of getting to know everything about him. Growing up you just know that your Dad is perfect (if that's how he has painted himself) and couldn't possibly have any problems, but I'm learning that he does, and it kills me to think he might suffer like I do.

[SoupDragon]

My father was a clown - a real one.

Yes, who is my father??
I am a bastard child.
reckon I must have some inherited traits born from him..