Rammy Bulls | Singing Crickets | Coffeed Up … A Father’s Day Tribute

I have a special relationship with my Dad. If he cries, I cry. If I cry, he cries. Dad is 6’1 and a big teddy bear.

He recently told me, “You’ll always be special.” I’m not totally certain what he meant by that, but I know the glistening in his eyes said bucket loads of love for me.

As a young girl of about four years old, I was riding with Daddy one summer and our truck was almost out of gas (forgive me Dad if I tell this wrong!). As a little one, I had the biggest faith. Apparently I prayed with Daddy that we would get home safely, and we did. It was raw childlike faith, and my Dad never forgot that moment, and tears up every time he tells me about it!

I remember watching my Dad harvest the field year after year, as Mom and us kids would bring him a hot meal to the field – and perhaps take a round or two on the combine with him before bed. I remember Mom teaching me to sing harmony in the cool of the grain truck– with all the million crickets around us – as we waited for Dad to come with another load of grain. I remember Dad shooting the skunks that dared invade the yard. Branding the herd of calves as our own. Him and Mom pouring umpteen amounts of coffee for neighbours that stopped by without notice.

I remember Dad and Mom taking us to church every Sunday because that’s what you do when you love the Lord and want to live right. I remember Dad picking up the bill, many times, as we had Sunday lunch with friends.

I remember riding in the pick-up truck rumbling through the pasture counting our cows, watching the sun set over the hill. Perhaps we rammed a stubborn bull as well 😉  I remember us driving over a dip in the pasture and Dad saying proudly how we had our own “Taylor Field”. Back then, I watched football and bled green. I was so proud I knew the name of the Manager of the Saskatchewan Roughriders at such a young age!

I remember at Christmas family get-togethers Dad ALWAYS managed to pick the female gifts from the pile of goodies. Hairbrushes, jewellery, perfumes. As I grew up, I got quite excited when it came Dad’s turn to pick a gift at a Chinese gift exchange because I knew I would reap some of the benefits!

My Dad is hardworking, long loving, and generous and has given me years and years, along with Mom, of good memories to recall.

Even now, if you visit the farm, and stay in our guest room, there is a nice gun rack to face the bed. See, he is still protecting. 😉 I look forward to when I can bring a man home to that room and have a good laugh.

He always provided, protected and loved, as a good Father should. As Father’s Day approaches, I just want to thank my Dad – and all the men out there – who go on Daddy-daughter dates, provide, care for, fight for, and give their children countless memories to look back on as adults. You are cherished.

Daddy, your little girl still loves you. Thank you for all the good memories, and here’s to many more years of new ones!

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