The Story of a Dad

My Dad

This guy, my Dad, was and still is my hero. He served his country in the Navy during the Korean War. He and Mom reared four children, losing two along the way. He taught me the meaning of integrity and keeping my word. I can’t remember a time when he made a promise he didn’t keep. If I asked him, he’d probably tell me there were times, that he’s no different than anyone else on planet earth, but that’s because along with being honest and hard-working, he’s also one of the most humble people I’ve ever known.

The story of my naming goes like this: Dad was overseas when I was born. Mom was able to call him and tell him the good news, that now he had a boy and a girl who waited for his arrival stateside again. They discussed names for me. Mom said she’d like to name me Heather. Dad said, “No, her name is Debra.” And that was it, no discussion. I like it that he was the one who picked my name.

One memory I have is way back when I was still in grade school. Dad worked long hours and sometimes didn’t arrive home until after 8PM. Mom kept his dinner warm for him. At that time, in the middle sixties, he worked at and later owned, a service station. The kind where you pull up at a pump and an attendant would race out of a service bay to render you service. I know, it’s a foreign concept these days.

And my Dad could run with the best of them. He wore a white uniform, shirt and pants. Mom had to launder those heavy whites, and yours truly–more often than not–had to iron them. Hated it back then, but now it’s one of those memories I wouldn’t trade for nuthin’!

Today, I look around at the world and feel heartbroken that so many kids do not have a dad like mine, who showed me what an Abba relationship with Father God is like.

On Father’s Day, I celebrate my own dad, and also remember that we have a good Father God who longs for relationship with us. He has given us all we need, in His Word, and in the world He created for us to live in, to know Him and share communion with Him.

God’s pure Father joy in the presence of His child

My prayer for you is this: even if you never had the kind of daddy relationship that fostered unconditional love and taught you who God is and what He’s really like, that you will begin to know your true Dad, and that you will be able to celebrate that on Father’s Day.

Published by Deb Gorman

I am a wife, mom, grandmom, and author, and a lifelong resident of the beautiful Pacific Northwest. Before retirement, my career was spent in healthcare. Now I'm a full-time author, and loving it! I write creative non-fiction and fiction, and I'm passionate about sharing my stories to bring hope and healing to hurting families.

2 thoughts on “The Story of a Dad

  1. Deb, this is a lovely tribute to your dad. He sounds very much like my own father, and, like you, I treasure the memories I have. Please let your dad know that your friends also honor him at this time.

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