[x]
  1. To all of the Dad's and GramPa's out there. Happy Fathers Day .
  2. Got my "Weed Dragon" flamethrower . . . heeheehee. Lotsa fun, not so much if you're a weed.
  3. Wish I could thank him for the impact he had on my life. The way I view and interpret the world would be so utterly and completely different if it wasn't for him and the countless conversations I had with him over the years. I feel extremely lucky to have had a dad who was as loving and dedicated as he was. No matter how badly I fucked up, he always had my back. Still think about him every single day, and always will until the day I die.
  4. Happy Fathers Day. Thanks to my Dad and the Dads who serve and served our country, your sacrifices so I can live freely are much appreciated.
  5.  
    Originally Posted by rebelfd View Post

    Happy Fathers Day. Thanks to my Dad and the Dads who serve and served our country, your sacrifices so I can live freely are much appreciated.

    Amen to that. There is a debt we will never begin to pay. Bfactor. I know what you are saying, Lost my Dad 24 yrs ago. Not easy at any age.
    Milo WTF? lol
    Thread Starter
  6. My daughter bought me a weed-torch for Father's day. As for my feelings about my own Father . . .

    No silly "chain" posts today . . . my Father brought his wife to this country to start a new life away from the post-war struggles of Europe. Unlike today's vast social safety net, the attitude then was, "Welcome to Canada, you figure it out." And he did . . . My Father provided for a wife, four kids, and helped with five grandchildren when needed. He worked a mind numbing job because it provided the income and benefits his family required. He saved and invested because he knew he would not reach retirement age at work due to medical issues, and would need that money to get by . . . when my oldest nephew married his new Father-in-Law used the term patriarch to refer to my Father and it fits. Though he has no real control over any of our lives anymore, he still has an influence, simply by being the man he has always been. Not my hero, he is simply my Dad.
    Edited By: Milo Jun 17th, 2012 at 04:11 PM
  7. When my Grandfather immigrated to the US from Scotland he was one of 7 kids. Shortly after arriving my Great Grandfather passed away. My Mom(pronounced mum, Scottish for Grandmother) got 3 jobs to support her children. They couldn't afford to throw away burnt toast, and till the day he died my Grandfather always ate his toast burnt, he loved it that way because he's older sister always burnt it trying to get 6 younger kids ready(cause my Mom was at work of course). Except for the League of Women voters they never received help.