A Special Thought for Fathers on Father’s Day
Father’s Day doesn’t get as much attention as Mother’s Day. Have you noticed? On Mother’s Day, everywhere is full of life posters, adverts, gifts, calls, and messages everybody remembers. But when it comes to fathers, it’s quiet. Some people even forget that there is a day meant to honor them. But fathers matter. They matter so much. These are the men who carry the weight of the family on their shoulders without complaining. These are the ones who break down inside but wipe their faces and smile so that their families don’t worry.
Father’s Day always especially touches me because my father is no longer here. I lost him years ago, but the memory of him remains strong in my heart. Every time this day comes, I remember the man who shaped me, who taught me many things about life, and who gave me the kind of quiet love that some people may never understand.
My father was one of the responsible men I know he may not be a perfect man because No one is but he was real. I still remember how he used to talk to us. You could tell him anything and not feel afraid. He never shouted without reason. He never made you feel foolish when you made mistakes. Instead, he would calmly sit you down and explain why what you did was wrong. He taught with patience. He corrected with love. I wish more fathers today would do the same.
He lived a simple life. My father didn’t chase wealth fashion or comfort. His biggest dream was for his children to be educated. He wanted us to go to school, to learn, to become something meaningful in life. He always said, I may not be able to leave you land or houses, but I will give you something better which is education and he gave us that with all his strength. He did every little job, and saved every kobo, just to make sure we went to school.
When the sickness came and weakened him, he was still thinking about us. Not himself. Even when the sickness got so bad, his main worry was how we would cope when he was gone. I can never forget the day he called my elder brothers to his bedside. His last words were full of responsibility. “Take care of your siblings. Make sure they finish school. Don’t let them suffer.”
And they listened. They carried that burden on their young shoulders without complaining. My brothers became like fathers to us after our father died. They left their dreams for a while just to make sure we finished school, just to make sure we had food, clothes, and a life. I am forever grateful to them. They kept my father’s dream alive.
So for me, Father’s Day is not just about the father I lost. It is also for my brothers who became fathers before their time. They worked hard. They sacrificed. They did what many grown men are afraid to do. They stood strong for us. And today, because of their sacrifice, we are standing too.
I also remember the fathers out there. The quiet ones who go to work early in the morning. The ones who bear all the stress. The ones who come back home tired but smiling for the sake of their families. I see them. I respect them. I celebrate them. Fathers who teach their children, who guide them, who provide, who protect, who stay when things are tough. These men are special.
A real father is not just the one who gives birth to a child. A real father is the one who gives his life every day for the good of his family. A real father sacrifices. A real father builds the future through his children.
To every father who is standing strong for his family, I say thank you. To every man who has taken the place of a father whether as a biological dad, a brother, an uncle, or even a friend, I celebrate you today. You are doing a great job. Your efforts are not in vain.
This Father’s Day, I remember my father with love. I honor my brothers with pride. And I celebrate all the responsible fathers out there. The world is truly a better place because of you.
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