Today was Father’s Day. I thought about my own father and how, when I was just a child, he would take time out from working on his farm and spend Father’s Day with my mother, brother, Peter, and I.
We used to go for long walks around the farm. Father would tell Peter and I about all the things he was going to do to the farm. He wanted a new barn to house his cattle and horses. He wanted a new hen house. Mother wanted a new kitchen and a new sewing room.
Father had big dreams but unfortunately, he got very sick. Mother had to sell the farm after he died. She was forced to move to the city. Peter and I hated the city but we knew Mother did what she felt she had to do. We never blamed her but a piece of us died when Father did.
Father was a strong, stubborn man and I know that if he didn’t die so young, he would have done everything he told Peter and I that he was going to do.
Peter and I enjoyed the short time we had with Father. He was a very special man.
I know Father would have loved my two children Emily and Joshua. I also know that he would not be happy with me and my situation. I lost everything that ever mattered to me because of a spell that was put on me by Helga, a witch. I lost my wife, my two children and my job. I know Father would have done things differently. I think he would have thought I was a coward.
Father would have faced Helga head on. He would have made sure that he did not lose everything. Father was a much stronger person than I could ever be, by far. I loved Father very much and even after over 190 years has passed since his death, I treasure the memories I have of him.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
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