One week has passed since God has called my Dad home. And I’m
sitting here at my favorite bagel place, surveying my dads’ life through pictures
him and my mom, when they were young, poor and free.
My Dad was not from the “let it all hang out” generation, so
saying a few things about him would most likely embarrass him.
But it is only now, that I am finally learning the lessons
from his life; much of which were on the subconscious level. Whether he or I
knew it at the time, my dad was teaching me life lessons.
I want to highlight a few in the next few blog posts.
The first one is actions
speak louder than words:
I learned from my
dad that actions speak louder than words:
My dad came from a generation where one is measured by what they do. And if
your actions matched your words, you could be trusted.
He didn’t wear his
emotions on his sleeves and was impatient with ‘too much drama.’ I’m certain he
went through stress and anxiety, and had many a sleepless night, but he didn’t
let us in on it.
My dad pretty much kept his worries and concerns inside. We
rarely got a glimpse into his emotional state when we were going through hard
times. Some may say he bottled it up inside. But this was a time when there wasn’t
a lot of psychoanalysis going on.
My dad came from a generation where men were to put their
‘hands to the plow’ and be providers for their families; pillars of strength in
times of storms.
He believed you work hard, never ask for any handouts and be
responsible for your actions; period!
“Don’t blame your misfortunes on anyone or complain about
your lot in life, just work hard and get on with It.” my dad would say. He wanted
our actions to speak for itself, without a lot of grandstanding or fuss.
