My Father, Earle “The Pearle” Johnson was one of a kind. I am so thankful for the time I had with him. It was short, but the love he gave me during the years he was alive will last my entire life.
To grow up with unconditional and unwavering love is a gift. Even when he wanted to wring my neck there was never any question that he was on my side. He allowed me to have a point of view and he listened it as long as I was honest, kind, and treated others with decency. He wasn’t a push over by any means, he was strong, stoic and thoughtful. He chose his words carefully and as a result he never regretted anything he said and I can’t recall him ever saying an unkind word to me in the heat of the moment (and trust me I pushed him to the edge. I was a lippy teen).
My Father had three girls and treated each of us differently because he recognized we were different people, yet he managed to make us all feel like we were treated and loved equally. He adored my Mother and respected her. He supported her freedom and allowed her to be independent even in times where many men didn’t. The equality I felt in my own home has helped me to see the equality in all people.
How do you thank the person who made you feel real love in the purest selfless form?
You try to pass it on to your own children and to set the example that was set for you.
Luckily, I found a man who would stand up to the legacy of my Father and I married him.
My daughter Caroline and I are lucky indeed.
Happy Fathers Day!