He died way too young – in April, 1966 - when he was in his fifties. I was just out of college, had begun my military service, and getting used to being married when he died.
But Dad had the impact on me that fathers are supposed to have. He showed me what it meant to be a man. And he loved his children’s mother.
I think of Dad fairly often now, prompted by my frequent visits to Mom. I try to imagine them as a young couple – today we would describe them as “beautiful people.”
Just as we Christians and Jews are told to “Honor they father and thy mother”, the Vietnamese culture values filial piety – to love and care for your parents. As I used to tell some of my students, I am a little bit Vietnamese.
Someday soon, Mom will be with you again Dad. I just want to tell you how much I appreciate the love you had for your oldest son.
Happy father’s day!
Yes, Dad was so very special. A calming influence in all of our lives! and a gorgeous voice as well! I well remember those trips where he sang and harmonized with his beautiful tenor voice! His love for his eldest son was made evident when that son was hospitalized! Life was never "ordinary" again and he treasured his family! Especially the 'baby'! Thank you, Lord for our Dad!!
Posted by: martha stanley | June 23, 2009 at 03:50 PM
You are a good son. I wish I knew him better.
Posted by: Russ Young | June 24, 2009 at 11:52 AM