My Dad, in brief

I am very fortunate because I have a good Dad. When I think about my Dad during my childhood, I have very positive memories. I remember him reading to us, taking us on bike adventures, being silly and rough with us, and giving us “airplane rides.” As a teenager I remember him asking us questions at supper about serious things, like our faith and God, about why we believe what we believe, and all sorts of other stuff. I knew we could have open discussion and I could ask hard questions. I appreciated that my Dad was/is a student. If he didn’t have answers he would learn about it. He still likes to read and learn and now has all kinds of letters to him name, although he prefers not to use them because people will expect too much of him; however, for the purpose of this blog, I’ll let you in on it. He has a Bachelor of Arts, a Bachelor of Education, a Masters of Theology and a Masters of Divinity. Hopefully I haven’t left anything out, or that could be highly insulting, I suppose.

Another thing that I appreciate about my Dad is what he did intentionally as a father to make sure we were aware of his unconditional love. He would say, “No matter what you do, I will always love you” or “Even if you fail the exam tomorrow, I will still love you” etc. As a teenager we had to make him think that it was highly irritating, because hey, when you’re a teenager, that kind of thing isn’t cool. But, it was always good to hear.

Thanks Dad, love your favorite daughter in Ontario!