Myn Papa

On this very special Day I want to remember My Dad...
I think the one thing that my Father has left an indelible impression on me.
Is Courage !!
My Father in his later years suffered a Stroke he was left with less then 10% in his right side.
Yet he with his determination learned to walk with callipers...he took up painting and painted with his left hand something he had never done before....... I never knew he was at all artistic...yet he painted a very intricate painting....one of many.
I will find the photo I took so many years ago....and blog it.
He after struggling from a Stroke .... suffered with Altzheimers ....which is a dreadful thing to suffer with..... I saw the struggle Dad and my heart bled.
I always knew him to be kind and knew of his loving and gentle heart....I can remember so many times that he would walk out of the T.V. room when a news event showed children and animals suffering....in any way.
I caused my Father much sorrow in my teenage years.....I was a bit wild and carefree... I know that now and when I meet him it will be the first thing I will say is "Sorry Papa" for causing you such sorrow...I know he will lovingly hold me and forgive and for me it will be forgotten.
I have seen my Dad since he died many years ago and all he had for me was LOVE...... which is sooo my Dad.
Oh in retrospect when we ourselves grow up... I would have done things a little different and not be the cause of anyone's pain....I know I would. but alas I like you are human!
Thank Goodness for repentance which I believe in 100%
My Dad as a youth went to Boarding School...His Father was the Town's Police Sargent... he died well before I was born. His mother was a tiny Lady...I can't remember much about her at all....I was told  that it broke her heart when we went to Australia....... I can imagine you would just know that you would never see your Family again....well highly unlikely to....she passed away not long after.......My Dad felt part responsible ...because he felt that she died of heartbreak.
I can only remember my Father as a hard working man....NEVER idle.....
My Darling Dad had a real cheeky side to him which I loved.
He studied to become a Teacher when young but didn't like it..he then became a Pastry Chef.
I can only remember a short time when he used that skill and that was when he became the Dutch Biscuit Man ...while we lived in Queens Park. I don't believe it was successful.
I know they, my parents really struggled when they came to Australia from Holland ..... they wanted a new and different life....no that is wrong as my Mum never wanted to move from Holland  (My poor darling Mum never settled in Australia and struggled.).....But I don't blame him and in fact am very grateful to him...I have lived a good live. Australia has been wonderful to me and my Family. It is where I found my Darling.... my true love Tony, an honourable man .... it's where we raised our 7 wonderful children ...... It is where the greatest gift of all was given to me...joining The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints.
 Holland was a Country still getting over a ravaging war in particular where my parents lived as the Allies accidently bombed Nijmegan thinking it was Germany...well, wherever it was innocent people were involved....so can't say wish it wasn't Nijmegan.
My Father had it hard here sometimes.....migrants were less tolerated so many years ago...it did make him a little bitter at times. But he never gave up and did all sorts of jobs........Even though I knew money was scares, it seemed to me that we always had food on the Table and things like a partial dirt floor (Dad built the little house in Forretfield) only ever having one doll most of my childhood...or only having one good dress...... and bathing in a copper once a week for sometime...never really worried me.....( but I'm sure it did my Mum) that was home and normal to me.....the thing that did matter was I longed to belong to a Family other then the 4 of us......My friends at School would often say oh I stayed at my Grannies for the weekend and we did such and such.....so what did I do. I made up a wonderful Grandmother who took me everywhere...wonder if anyone ever found out that that was a big fat lie!!!!!!
I did have to grow up fast and took on responsabilities due to my parents lack of knowing the English Language. I can remember feeling very alone most of my childhood. Eddy, my brother was 5 years younger then me and even though I loved him to bits 5 years was a big gap when kids.
The job I remember Dad doing the most was that he was the Greengrocer Man he had a Van and would visit his clients at their homes he did that for many years......He would get up early around 2AM to go to the Markets in Perth then he would do his rounds.
My Dad Loved our Mother...she was his world...I grew up with only ever hearing one argument..... have tried to do the same for my children. Have succeeded with My Darling Tony.
Tony is home from Church so I will come to this later got to give him his Lunch made Onion Soup....
I'm back and full !!!! we are going to Nic's this afternoon.
I'm grateful that I was born to my Parents even though life was hard at times. I'm grateful to the both of them.
Happy Father's Day Dad.......Just in case you are reading my Blog today !!! I Love You and Honor who you are.
Wanna be more like you. But glad of who I've become. Thanks to you and Mum xxx