Happy Father’s Day!

In honor of Father’s Day, I’d like to share some “Dad” Stories – the first one is one I wrote last year in honor of my father.

A Tribute to Fathers by Heidi Richards

“My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me.”
Jim Valvano

Father’s Day has special meaning to me and so I am posting a tribute to all the men in my life that mean a great deal to me and truly represent what fatherhood is all about.

In 1993 my mother died and I was left an orphan (sort of). You see I had never met my birth father and was not sure I wanted to. My mother had been married four times and none of these men were exactly the epitomy of good fathers.

However, in 1999 I was on a spiritual journey and decided to look for him. I picked up the phone and contacted Lee, a local private investigator who was a member of one of the Chambers of Commerce to which I belong. The only information I had about my father was his name, date and place of birth and that he lived in NYC in the 50’s. In less than an hour Lee called me back with his address and phone number.


To read the rest of my story, visit: Heidi’s Blog


That’s What Dads Do By Dee Hanshaw

 I don’t know how you get the nominees for Dad of the Month, but I would sure like to put my husband, Vesper Hanshaw, in the running! He’s gone way above the line of duty, so to speak! We raised one family, and are starting on another, not by plan, but by having no choice.

He was disabled in 1987, but continued to do all he was able – and a lot he wasn’t – to raise our two kids. He took care of them when I had to go to work. Now that our children are 24 and 25, we’re raising our grandbaby, 3, and an 18-year-old that doesn’t even belong to us at all!

To read the rest of this story visit: iParenting Stories

My Dad by Tom Krause

“In every person’s life there needs to be a caring, nurturing, encouraging friend.”

The earliest memory I have of my father is one of me as a young boy holding his hand by his two last fingers as we walked together. His hands seemed so large that his fingers were all I could actually grip. He always took me with him to ball games even at my young age. I will never forget that.

To read the rest of this story, visit Fatherhood.about.com

Somebody Special


A teenage boy lived alone with his father. The two of them had a very special relationship. Even though the son was always “warming the bench,” his father was always in the stands cheering. He never missed a football game.

This young man was still the smallest of the class when he entered high school.

But his father continued to encourage him but also made it very clear that he did not have to play football if he didn’t want to. But the young man loved football and decided to hang in there.

The son was determined to try his best at every practice, and perhaps he’d get to play when he became a senior.

All through high school he never missed a practice but still remained a bench warmer all four years. His faithful father always in the stands, always with words of encouragement for him.

When the young man went to college, he decided to try out for the football team as a “walk-on.” Everyone was sure he could never make the cut, but he did. The coach admitted that he kept him on the roster because he always puts his heart and soul to every practice and, at the same time, provided the other members with the spirit and hustle they badly needed.

The news that he had survived the cut thrilled him so much that he rushed to the nearest phone and called his father. His father shared his excitement and was sent season tickets for all the college games.

To read the rest of this story, visit Men’s Stuff

Happy Father’s Day to Dads Everywhere!