Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

Father's Day TributeThere’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t think about and miss my dad. (He passed away 5 years ago suddenly and unexpectedly.)

(I’ve blogged about my dad here, here, and here.)

It’s my new tradition to pay a special and well-deserved Tribute to My Dad on Father’s Day.

Maybe it’s strange, but when the stores put the Father’s Day greeting cards on display, I still look through a few of them and get a lump in my throat.

My mom and I will be visiting him at the cemetery, which is always difficult for me.

Instead of drowning in sorrow, I choose to celebrate his life because although even remembering the happy memories brings me to tears, I’d rather be inspired by the amazing life that he lived instead of dwelling on life being unfair.

No, my father wasn’t perfect. He was human. But he truly continues to be the biggest source of inspiration for me. Through his unconditional love, ability to see the humour in any situation, and his calming presence, he set the bar extraordinarily high.

He was the best listener. He wouldn’t cut you off, he would provide sound advice when you needed it, and he always put my heart at ease, even when I was going through what I thought was ‘the end of the world’ when I was a teenager and suffering my first heartbreak.

I find, to my dismay, that a lot of people don’t really listen. They rush, use the excuse that they’re “too busy”, or they brush off concerns because you’re the only person who feels the way you do. Even in a professional environment, it’s alarming how even after seconds of the boss saying something, a co-worker will ask a question that the boss literally just explained. Haha, and then there are the people who talk over your voice, and you wonder if they just love listening to themselves.

Listening skills are a lost art.

My dad, though, would let you talk for hours to get something off your chest. But what was even better was that he listened not just with his ears, but with his heart. It didn’t just go through one ear and out the other. He hung onto everything I said because he valued my opinion.

He also loved to talk, and when he seized the opportunity, he could talk for hours to anyone, anywhere. I used to joke that he could have a conversation with a doorknob!

I always admired his social skills – he was charming! (The interesting thing is that even though he wasn’t a doctor or security guard, strangers often would mistake him for working in those two professions, and it’s not like he was talking about medical or security issues. It was just the way he carried himself, I guess.)

It was also awkward when strangers (women and men) used to tell me that my dad is very handsome out of the blue. I would just smile, but then I’d keep my hawk eyes on the women in case they tried anything! Haha, I didn’t have anything to worry about. My father was a loyal husband to my mom and a very devoted father.

To prepare for this post, I looked through some old albums at my mom’s. There were lots of great photographs to choose from, but I picked a few to share with you.

They’re not listed in perfect chronological order, but they go from when he was a bachelor to when he got married to after marriage.

The photos are all from the 1950s and 1960s.

This post contains a little glimpse into what my dad was like before he had me and my brother. And as long as I blog for Swatch And Learn, I plan to pay a special Father’s Day Tribute to him every single Father’s Day.

Shutterbug

My dad liked to take self-portraits when he was a bachelor because he was really into photography.

I wish that I got more into photography when he was alive because he definitely could’ve taught me many intermediate tips and tricks.

(There were many photos he took of nature, my mom, our family, of me, etc. that impressed me. And the thing is that he never took a single photography course. He learned it all on his own. I remember him telling me a few times about the importance of framing the subject, and I loved how for nature photos, he used the branches of trees to frame the subject.)

If he had a smartphone, haha, I could picture him taking so many photos and really enjoying it.

When my brother and I were born, my dad spent more time behind the camera. (We have binders full of photos of when my brother was little. And then when I came along, videos were the big thing, so my dad took more videos of me than photographs.)

As I got older, I would tell my dad that I wanted to take photos of him because we had more photos of us, but not enough of him. He was really happy – I could see it in his eyes!

The Life of a Bachelor

The below photo is one he snapped of himself when he was a bachelor. Haha, he told me so many crazy stories before married life, and he truly was a man’s man from the sounds of it.

He used to reminisce about how he’d eat huge steaks and drink milk by the jug. Haha, I’d tell him that just because he got married didn’t mean that he had to stop eating like a pig! Then, we’d both laugh!

Yes, he smoked cigarettes for some time, but then one day, because he knew it was unhealthy, he quit cold turkey. This was a success, but he told me that he wanted to make sure that he truly gave up cigarettes and wouldn’t feel the cravings. So what did he do? Something risky! He decided to test himself by smoking one cigarette and then quitting cold turkey again. He gave it up for life – never had another one ever again.

My dad was a fan of Elvis Presley, haha, and one day, if I ever show you more of his photos of when he was a teenager (like the one below), you’d see how he styled his hair like Elvis. Pomade and slicking your hair with grease was very popular back then.

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Haha, my dad loved taking photos of cars, even his own.

I remember the time when we stayed with relatives for a brief vacation in Los Angeles, California, and we walked by Rodeo Drive. I had just recently graduated from university, and it was my first time on a vacation outside Canada since I was a baby.

My dad, at first, was taking photos of us walking along, but then when he caught sight of all the luxury cars, he ended up snapping some photos of them! Haha!

My aunt, uncle, mom, and I didn’t even notice because we were window shopping. But after the trip was over, we came back to Canada, and my dad had the photos developed, I laughed so hard because there were probably 8 photos of luxury cars in the mix.

I think in this photo below, it was his very first car. (Nope – he never had a luxury car.)

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My dad came from a dirt-poor family, and up until the day he passed away, he was never well-off. His love was his wealth.

He was born in Nova Scotia, but then lived in a small village in China where he often had little to eat and no shoes to wear.

He also had to face the stress and heartache of his mother leaving his dad for another man (who wasn’t a good guy). And my dad’s father struggled to make ends meet, so he couldn’t look after my dad properly.

My dad ended up living with his stepmom, who was very poor, however was the only person in the entire village who could read. She loved my dad like he was her flesh and blood, slaving away in the hot sun to collect a bowl of rice for my dad when he was a kid.

His stepmother (who he actually never referred to as such and just called her his mother), would also weave baskets and slippers, and they’d take it down to the market to sell, just so they could have enough money to buy food.

I think it’s because my dad grew up with no frills that he was able to focus on the importance of love and hard work. (Those are two of the greatest lessons that he ever taught me through his actions over the course of his life.)

Even later in life when his biological mother came back into his life, my father often had to take care of her like he was her parent. So, in a lot of ways, my dad grew up faster than any child should.

Striking It Solo

I’ll always remember the story my dad told me of how when he was 17 years old, his father gave him $20, pointed down the street, and said that he found an apartment rental for him in Toronto.

My dad was on his own.

He had $20 in his pocket.

He couldn’t call Mommy and Daddy to ask for money. He also didn’t have any social support from them. He truly was on his own and had to fend for himself when his father left the country and his mother was absent. He had to figure everything out on his own without parents and without friends in a new city.

While many people would curl up in a fetal position or turn to substance abuse, my dad was mature beyond his years.

He didn’t have high education – just grade school and I believe some high school, so he couldn’t get a corporate job.

That didn’t discourage him.

He pushed forward.

He went to all the restaurants in the area to inquire about a job, and then he landed a position as a waiter with gruelling hours, low wages, and terrible customers. (Remember, in the 1950s and 1960s, racism was a lot stronger. I’m very blessed that today, racism is generally frowned upon. But back in my dad’s time, being of biracial descent was extremely difficult.)

(In case you didn’t know, my ethnic background is Chinese, Irish, and Scottish.)

I’m so proud of my dad because he had to work from the bottom. He didn’t have high education, but he was extremely street smart. (There were so many stories he shared with me, and the life lessons from them that I picked up are immense!)

Here’s a photo of my dad with a tank. (Hehe, everyone in my immediate family has at one point taken a photo with a tank except for me. I’ll need to add that to my To-Do List.) πŸ˜‰

My Father

My dad also used to fish before he got married. (He took my mom fishing a few times.)

Father's Day Fishing

Below is one of the the photos that was my dad’s favourite.

He was always clean-shaven because he didn’t like the feeling of having a beard. Although, he could’ve grown a beard easily because even after a day, the stubble on his face would sprout so quickly.

When I was little, I used to watch him shave. He’d lather up the shaving gel on his face each day until it was a thick white foam, and I’d ask him to say, “Ho! Ho! Ho!” like Santa Claus. πŸ™‚ He always did it, and then we’d both laugh!

My Dad

Back in the day, my dad wore dress shirts, blazers, and trousers 99% of the time. He was certainly a classy guy!

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See – another suit!

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My parents got married in 1969, and they didn’t break their wedding vows of ’til death do you part.

I’m very fortunate to have had both parental figures in my life, especially since the majority of my friends in elementary school, high school, and university seemed to have divorced parents.

My parents weren’t lavish. They were down-to-earth, and even on their wedding day, the day when people tend to go all-out and become Bridezillas, my parents kept it real.

They had a small reception, and they didn’t even hire a photographer. All their wedding photos were taken by friends.

They had plenty of great photos, but I chose two to share.

My Parent's Wedding Day

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I asked my dad how he met my mom. The story is so sweet!

My parents met through The Legion of Mary, which was a Catholic club. They visited inmates in prison, went to hospitals to pray over the sick, etc.

My dad, at that point, was the president of The Legion of Mary at the local church. (His parents never swayed him in terms of religion, as neither of them practiced any faith. My dad naturally gravitated toward Catholicism by himself.)

After The Legion of Mary meetings, my mom would ask my dad to join her and her roommates for some tea. But my dad would always refuse because his best friend at the time, Paul, didn’t want to go and wanted to hang out with my dad and watch basketball. (Haha, typical guys!) πŸ˜‰

But then one day when my mom asked again (she was persistent), my dad told Paul, “Listen, she keeps asking. We should go at least once.”

Paul didn’t agree, and he went to watch the basketball game.

My dad went to my mom and roommates’ place for tea, and that’s also the first day they had their photo taken together! (I have that photo, and it makes me smile because it’s so sweet! Haha, I told my dad once, “Thank you for going to drink tea!” Haha because if he hadn’t went up for tea that time, who knows? They may have never dated, and I may have never existed!)

Also, my mom has a bit of a fairytale story because my dad was her very first boyfriend, and they got married. How romantic is that? The first guy you date ends up being The One? I love it!

My dad, on the other hand, was pursued by many women, but he was very discerning.

He told me about this one woman who a lot of the guys liked because she was pretty. That woman was very full of herself, though. My dad wasn’t interested in her personality, so it was easy to turn her down.

That woman wasn’t used to rejection from guys. She said to my dad, “I always get the guy I want!” Haha, but my dad, the cool cat he was, replied, “Well, this is one guy you’re not getting!” And he never swayed! (Thank goodness…because once again, I might not have existed if he took that bait.)

SwatchAndLearn Tribute to My Father

Fellow Torontonians, do you recognize the scenery in the below photo? Yes, it’s Nathan Phillips Square in downtown Toronto!

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My Parents

Happy Father's Day

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When I was little, I asked my dad, “Who were you talking with on the phone in this photo?” Haha, no one! He said he just wanted to see what he looked like when he was on the phone!

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Not gonna lie. I totally teased my parents about their matching outfits in the below two photos. Apparently, they claimed that it wasn’t planned, but haha, c’mon…a pink top and brown pants are too much of a cute coincidence! πŸ™‚

My Parents Father's Day Tribute

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My dad took a photo of just my mom where she’s wearing the same coat below, and the background is full of beautiful foliage. He got that photo blown up to a huge poster size that we had displayed in the basement at one point. It looked good enough to be published in a magazine, I always thought!

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Haha, my dad definitely had a silly side!

He had this straw cowboy hat with dangling blue and white pompoms. When I was little, it always made me laugh because I could never imagine what occasion you would ever want to wear it to.

My brother and I would try it on and joke around because it was the funniest hat we ever saw.

Well, the other day when I was flipping through some old albums, I came across this photo of my dad wearing it! Haha, I never noticed this photo until now!

My mom told me that they bought it in Niagara Falls, and that yes, my dad wore it in public that day, but not more than once.

It’s pretty funny because in some other photos from that day that they spent with friends, you see my parents both wearing their look-at-me hats, and all their friends are hatless. They totally look like the Crazy Hat Couple in the group photo!

See that pink hat my mom’s holding? She got a lot of mileage out of it. It lasted her from the 1960s all the way until it frayed and she had to throw it out in 2000 or so!

Also, the below photo makes me laugh because my dad unbuttoned his shirt so low, which he usually doesn’t do. The whole get-up makes me smile, and even though this photo was taken long before I was born, it reminds me of my dad’s playful side.

Father's Day Pom Pom Hat

I hope you enjoyed this quick glimpse into what my dad was like.

Father’s Day is an important reminder to appreciate your dad, but cherish every moment you spend with him. You really never know when it could be your last, and you want to hold onto more happy thoughts than sad ones.

I’m very fortunate because I have lots of loving memories of my father, and I spent a lot of time with him. So, now that he’s continued onto the next journey in life, I can comfort myself by replaying the good times.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!Β 

I love you!

P.S. If any of you are going through the loss of a parent, just know that you haven’t really lost them. They’re always with you in your heart, and you can take them everywhere with you. That’s something I learned after my father passed away. I hope that it also brings you some comfort and peace.

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18 thoughts on “Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!

  1. Robbie

    Beautiful. Just absolutely beautiful. Thank you for sharing this Mary. He was a very cool man. A great dad and you’re so right to be his daughter for that. You’re a beautiful woman Mary.

    P.S. You do look like him.

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Robbie!

      My dad set the bar very high, and he taught me so much about life and love. Even after he passed away, it’s like things he told me before are now ringing true. So he’s still teaching me new things.

      Thanks for checking out this post, and hehe, yes, a lot of people tell me that I look like my dad. πŸ™‚ Makes me happy to hear that!

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  2. Melissa

    Such great stories and a wonderful way to remember your Dad. Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dads out there.

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Melissa!

      Even before my dad passed away, I thought of writing a book filled with memories of my parents. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll still do it! (I do have a lot of great memories that I’d love to share.)

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  3. Jeannie C.

    What a wonderful tribute to your Dad. My best friend is struggling with day as well for the same reason. You helped me find some words to comfort her in what you have written. Bless you for it and thank you for sharing something so personal.

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Jeannie!

      Just knowing that I could help someone help someone else makes me incredibly happy! You’re a great friend, and I hope your words of comfort make your friend feel even a little better.

      I wish your friend light and love. It’s not easy, but it does get better in terms of coping with it. My thoughts and prayers are with her.

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Anne!

      Thank you for reading this post and being so sweet to leave me a comment! πŸ™‚ This post was difficult for me to write, but I’m so glad I did it.

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  4. Barbara B

    What a wonderful tribute to your father! Thank you for sharing, I love looking at old photos.
    My father passed away 28 years ago when I was 26 and I still think of him. June is rough because of Father’s Day, his birthday was June 15, and his Catholic nameday (which is celebrated like a birthday by Polish people) was June 24th. Your dad will be in your heart forver!

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Barbara!

      Thank you for reading this post and checking out the photos! πŸ™‚ Also, it brings me comfort to know that I’m not alone. Obviously, I realize that I’m not the only person to have a parent pass away, but what I mean is that I’m glad that I have support. It’s one thing to have support, but when it comes from someone who has also gone through it, and 28 years ago even, it’s comforting to me. I think it’s because you’re a reminder that life goes on, and that we’ll be okay, even if at the time, it feels like life is impossible.

      I really appreciate you taking the time to leave me a comment. My heart and prayers are with you, Barbara!

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  5. Sandra

    Very sweet, Mary. My dad passed 5 years ago as well, and it’s still very difficult for me esp on his bday, Father’s Day, and my bday, because he’s not here with me. But like you, I choose to remember all the happy memories and focus on the wonderful life we had together instead of the unfairness of his being taken away too soon. I’m with you in spirit, girl. xox

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Sandra!

      Having gone through the death of a parent, it has made us grow up a lot faster. Often, it makes me sad, but when I dig deeper, I realize that we are actually very fortunate to have so many happy memories to reminisce and share. I am very grateful that I had a positive childhood and parents who love me. I’d rather focus on the positive instead of wallow. (But sometimes crying is a good and natural emotional release.)

      Thank you – My thoughts and prayers are with you, too!

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  6. Mary N

    I enjoyed reading this and your love of your dad shone through each word. He was indeed a handsome fellow and your mom was (and probably still is) pretty — I see both of them beautifully blended in you! What a gift that he was such a good listener — that is truly a dying art, as you said. I lost my own dad just a few months ago. We were never close, and lived geographically very far apart on top of that, but I miss him and think of him daily. The holidays will be tough this year — that’s when my hubby, son & I usually go visit my parents and big brood of siblings and assorted relatives. Anyway, my dad was HUGE into the Legion of Mary club and I never heard anyone else mention it until you. It feels like a message from my dad somehow via your dad. Who knows, but I kind of believe in things like that. πŸ™‚ Blessings to you, Mary, you are a sweet soul and a credit to both your parents!

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Mary!

      I really appreciate the heartfelt comment you left and that you read this post! Thank you!

      It means so much to me that you could feel my love for my dad through my words. This post was challenging to write because thinking about how much I miss my dad can sometimes turn me into a huge ball of emotion. But I really wanted to honour my dad on Father’s Day.

      I’m so sorry to hear about the passing of your father a few months ago. No doubt, it is painful to deal with, even though you weren’t close. Even being bonded by blood is enough for us humans to feel the special connection in our hearts.

      Thinking about your father is one way that he lives on.

      Wow, that’s really cool how you know the Legion of Mary! Aside from my parents talking about it, I’ve never had any friends who knew about it, either!

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  7. Sasha

    This was such a lovely post! It brought tears to my eyes and laughter to my heart. I really liked looking at the photos because I’ve always wondered what Toronto used to look like before I was born. Your dad seemed like a very down to earth and cool man. Really enjoyed this post from beginning to end!

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Sasha!

      Thank you for reading this post. It was difficult for me to work on because I always want to make my dad proud and to do him justice. I feel like he’s still watching over me.

      Yes, my father was a no-frills kind of guy who didn’t rely on material things to bring him happiness. He came into the world with very little support and direction, but he made his life full and rewarding. All the lessons he taught me, I hold dear to my heart, and I try to speak highly of him whenever the opportunity arises because I love and miss him terribly.

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  8. Maria Emma Faria

    I’ve read your posts about your dad before.
    And I remember thinking how sad I’ve felt when my dad goes missing. Well, now I sort of know how it feels

    He’s been sick for 7 months now.. It took more than 3 months to find what was going wrong.. And now after that, it is just one bad thing to another.
    He has been passing away for 7 months… And it is so difficult.. I miss him every single day..

    This father’s day was the worst.
    I hope my dad doesnt die, I keep praying that he finds the strenght to overcome every battle he is fighting and asking God for some mercy. But sometimes, when I see how sick he is, I ask God to do His will and help me to have peace in my heart.

    I keep telling everyone, enjoy your parents while you have them… They’re not forever.. And believe me when I say that if my dad doesn’t make it (which, according to the doctors is the most likely situation) i know my heart will die a little too..
    I just miss him so much.. I wish I could have a bit of your strenght.

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    1. Mary S. Post author

      Hey Maria,

      It saddens me to hear about what you’re going through, and I can’t imagine the pain and heartache you’re going through because with my dad, he passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. I didn’t have time to prepare myself emotionally. What you’re going through is terrible, but I want you to know that you ARE strong! Not everyone can open up and share their personal hardships. Also, I can tell that you are a loving soul because your heart can’t hurt so badly if you haven’t used it so much.

      Please check your e-mail.

      I sent you a long personal message a few minutes ago. Although there’s nothing I can say that will comfort you in these trying times, I want you to know that I care about you and that my thoughts, heart, and prayers go out to you, your dad, and your entire family.

      *BIG HUG*

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