Share Your Favorite Memory of Your Father

June 15 is Father's Day. In honor of the upcoming holiday, share your favorite memory of your dad, or the best piece of advice he ever gave you on this week's Hopkins Happenings' Throwback Thursday. Feel free to include a picture and continue to share your comments through Father's day.

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Bonnie C June 10, 2014 at 4:48 pm

One of my favorite memories (if not my ABSOLUTE favorite) is when my dad came to my high school graduation. Now, I know some of you reading this are thinking "DUH!" but my dad was what we would now call a work-a-holic. He almost NEVER missed an opportunity to earn an income, because he felt that was what was most important (providing for his family) and he was offered an incredible amount of overtime that year. I still get choked up when I realize, on that day at least, I was more important to him than earning a few extra dollars.


Lenora June 5, 2014 at 11:35 am

I have so many memories of my father, but my favorite was his excitement and look on his face when he met his oldest daughter for the first time after 43 years.
He loved to tell corny jokes all the time. He introduced me to the piano and music, which I love to this day. His favorite song was "My My" by Frank Sinatra
Best advice: "Expect the worst but hope for the best!"


Ella Mae Haber June 5, 2014 at 10:01 am

No question is ever dumb.......


Denne (Bonnie) June 5, 2014 at 9:09 am

My favorite memory of my Dad, who passed away the day after my 50th birthday, was dancing with him at my wedding. My Dad had not danced since his teen years, because his sisters made fun of him, so he never danced again until he danced with me.


Elham June 5, 2014 at 8:13 am

My dad told me life is like a pool if you do not know how to swim you are going to drown. Then learn how to swim in your life.


Katie June 5, 2014 at 8:11 am

When we were little my dad used to set up a tent in the backyard during the summer and we would "camp" outside. He even brought out a little, B&W TV and would run an extension cord from the house to the tent so we could watch some shows.


Cy Governs June 5, 2014 at 7:08 am

It would be tough to narrow it down, so I'll share a couple small ones:

- When I was in 6th grade, my mom went on a trip and left my dad and I at home (total change of events because my dad was military and frequently left the two of us for periods of time). Anyway, he made this magical dinner called "Italian Surprise" and I remained obsessed with it for months. I later realized it was just spaghetti. 🙂

-Probably my truly favorite memory is the last time my dad picked me up at the airport when I went to visit him. It was a couple years before he passed away, but even on that ride home it was clear that he would soon need to stop driving. When I exited the airport doors I saw this person in the "meet and greet" parking area waving his arms and grinning like a crazy person. It was my dad and I thought, "No one will ever be that happy to see me again." To this day I believe that if the whole "tunnel to heaven" thing is real, that's what will be at the end of it: my dad, waving his arms and grinning like crazy.


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