What Makes A Father On Father’s Day?

What Makes A Father On Father’s Day?

My question to you today is, what makes a father on Father’s Day? My dad has rarely ever been in the picture, and he’s not worth mentioning on such a day, but someone who is is my granddad.

 

Father’s Day doesn’t have to be about the sperm donor dad that allowed you to be born into this world. It can be about anyone who fills that fatherly role, be it a step-dad, a granddad, a godfather, etc. because if you’re anything like me, your dad was never around. But if you were also lucky enough, like me, you had/have someone else to fill that role, and for me, that was my granddad.

 

Your father is the person who cares about you, supports you, and looked out for you. Not the person who got your mother pregnant. Anyone can get a woman pregnant. A father doesn’t even have to be a man.

 

One of the good memories I have of my mum was when I was a child in the 80s when my mum played football with me because all my friends in the area had started primary school the year before me. Nowadays, such activities wouldn’t be considered a “male” thing, but in the 80s, it was.

 

You don’t owe anything to biological father if they’ve not been there for you. That’s why I consider my granddad to be my father. He’s always gone out of his way to help my mum and me so we wouldn’t go without.

 

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Which was really needed given that my mum raised me as a single parent struggling on benefits. Whereas my biological father never cared about me, or any of his kids really, and has enough children to field a football team.

 

I have a habit of calling my granddad dad, especially when talking to my mum. Because that’s basically what he was to me. I guess it was also my way of showing my respect for him and what he did for us.

 

One time I randomly just dropped in on my granddad with a few of my friends, and he was more than happy to have us in for a chat. My granddad was cool like that. This would have been after my nana had died.

 

Also, every Friday for as long as I can remember, my granddad would cycle to our house when I was a kid to drop off a load of vegetables he’d grown in his garden or had picked up for us. We’re talking well over a decade of doing this. He’d also give me a Mars bar. Every. Single. Time.

 

Although, for a brief period of time, I lost my sweet tooth and asked if I could have the money instead of the Mars bar. From that point on, I now got a Mars bar and £2 every Friday evening.

 

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When my granddad developed dementia, he started to forget who everyone was. He also needed to be reminded constantly, that his wife, my nana, was dead. Which just breaks your heart to hear. For a long time, the family would take turns popping in on him and making sure he was ok, due to his dementia. But after the bank contacted us expressing concern over my granddad and his bank visits (small town), lasting power of attorney (LPA) had to be implemented.

 

dementia: more than just memory loss

 

Eventually, he had to be put into a home because of how bad his dementia had got. I managed to visit it him in the home for the first and last time; he died quite soon after that. But by that point, he didn’t remember any of us. so it wasn’t a sad day when I found out he’d died, it seemed more like a small mercy. I can’t imagine how isolating and scary it must be to not remember anyone anymore, it must be so confusing and unsettling.

 

Dementia had robbed us all of a great man.

 

Before my granddad’s dementia got that bad, he would confuse me with my second cousin. His memories of me were of when I was a lot younger, and my second cousin was the second mixed-ethnicity kid in the family (me being the first). My granddad would give him the £2 he use to give me when I younger, thinking he was me. My cousin and I have often talked about it when I’ve gone back to visit.

 

About a year after my granddad died, my mum told me a story about how members of his family weren’t best pleased that my mum was going to be giving birth to a black baby. My granddad said that if they weren’t willing to accept me then he wanted nothing more to do with them: he never did have anything more to do with them.

 

I had no idea my granddad had done that for me. I wished I’d known about this while he was alive so I could have shown him my appreciation for what he did. But it’s nice to know my granddad was looking out for me even before I was actually born.

 

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My granddad was a great man, and a great role model. I’m lucky to have had him as my granddad. I only wish my kids (if and when I have them) would have had the chance to meet him.

 

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4 thoughts on “What Makes A Father On Father’s Day?

  1. My Dad is a wonderful man. Sadly he’s going through a lot at the moment. We just lost my grandfather (his father in law) a month ago, and now his parents are on death’s door too. His mother is terminal and has weeks, while his father has just been diagnosed with vascular dementia. It’s a lot for one man to deal with, especially when he’s on his own with no other siblings.

    I’m so sorry to hear about your story of dealing with dementia. It’s a horrible illness, and this is our first brush with it (cancer seems to be my families preference for illnesses).

    I wish you all the best x

  2. So sorry to hear about your hardships; sounds like you had a special man in your life for a while. Everyone deserves a Dad in whatever way it comes about

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