I am privileged to be living a major part of my life in the company of loving fathers. One is Scott. Scott and his daughter Christy lost a loving wife and mother, Jeannie a few weeks ago. They are loving each other through difficult times. Christy will soon be a HS sophomore. They are learning a lot from each other as I am from them.
Morris loves his children, his wife his cat and his chickens. We spent this morning talking about how to accept love and the importance of passing it on.
Bill (that’s my son) is the most loving and accepting father I know. He reminds me of my own father Dixie Broom from whom I never heard a word of criticism. Bill’s two daughters, Tricia who last week married Chris and her sister Kelly share the visible traits of adults who were loved as children. Bill has been teaching me how to be a loving father for most of his life.
And to Horace Dixie Broom who literally saved my life as a small child: though he was no blood relation he rescued Brother Billy and me from certain danger. Safety continued to be a major issue during the rest of our childhood and he loved and protected us until we could begin being responsible for ourselves. he joined our ancestors in 1975.
My birth father Bob was taken from me by Uncle Sam two days after Pearl Harbor. By the time he returned, Billy and I were already in adoption court. Robert Lee Oakes Sr. agreed to the new arrangement and began a new family raising another son, my half-brother Larry. I became Robert Lee Broom. I sometimes write under my mothers maiden name Gettings.
Brother Larry raised two daughters. I am sad to say that we have been apart more than near but I love him and miss him. I know from all reports that Judge Larry Oakes is a kind and loving father.
And to my son-in-law David who helped heal the childhood pain of my oldest daughter named after her grandfather Dixie Broom and provided me with three loving grandsons, the oldest, Tim and his wife Ceola producing two beatiful children in a home filled with love and a doting granddaughter, Melissa and her husband, Ryan, I thank you David for being a good son and a wonderful father.
To Bill K, John O and a hundred other fathers with whom I share a spiritual kinship, thank you all for making the world I live in a better place. Thank you for being my friends.
HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY