As part of a Father’s Day tribute, the people over at The Good Men Project are asking people to describe their dads in two words.
Some responses have been touching:
Blindly supportive, Brilliant and Idealistic, Touch and Caring, Good man
Some responses have been amusing:
Vodka and charm.
And some responses have been sad:
Not home, Neglectful alcoholic
I thought this was an interesting exercise, so in honor of Father’s Day (this Sunday, June 20) I thought we could try it here ourselves.
What two words best describe your dad?
I can go first:
Curious
My dad’s insatiable desire for knowledge and passionate search for truth in all things is something that made a real impression upon me growing up. By his example of reading, researching, studying, and thoroughly examining every part of life, he taught me to love learning and to appreciate the joys of exploring the world, pursuing passions, and sharing knowledge with others. He never “dumbed down” anything for us kids, and I am deeply grateful for his patience in discussing faith, science, politics, philosophy, ethics, and pretty much anything any one of the nine of us asked about.
Faithful
My dad, a convert to Catholicism, has been steadfast in his practice of his faith, his devotion to Mary, and his daily prayer life. His steady example of doing what’s right and remaining faithful, even through hard times, is inspiring to me and all of my kids. Grandpapa never misses his rosary, Mass or adoration. We know we can count on his prayer support, and that is a very comforting thought. My dad has remained a “provider” in a spiritual sense, even all these years after we kids moved out of the house.
How about you? What two words would you use to describe your dad this Father’s Day?
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My dad was born of immigrants from Belgium. He was raised by a firm, unemotional, European brand of parenting that stressed work over all and favoritism to sons (oldest to youngest, and he was one of the youngest). As a result the fact that he was such a good father is remarkable.
My two words for him would be work and prayer. Perhaps, I would have preferred those reversed when I was younger, but now that he is in his eighties God has done that for him!
My Dad died when I was 1 (the youngest of 10)so I have no memories of him. What I do have, from those who did know him, are the descriptions of a devout man who was devoted to his wife and children. God willing, I’d use Church triumphant to descibe him now.
Neglectful - never wanted us kids around when he could have been parachuting or drinking with his friends, never thought about kids beyond todler years
athiest- enough said
My father was the Christ-like model of the “servant leader” for his six children, always involved with us in our childhood activities. And then, later, he provided the same love and compassion for his seventeen grandchildren.
My Step-Father who raised us: Strong and Generous
Men, in general, and Fathers, especially, are underrated and underappreciated vis-a-vis women and Mothers.
But enough are like my step-Father so they don’t complain very much.
Yes, I know, spoken by a man, so what do you expect.
Still Missed
NEVER COMPLAINED
My Dad was blinded(90%) in the closing days of WWI after five months of furious battle in France. He blamed himself for letting his guard down. He NEVER COMPLAINED.He got 30% vision after twenty years of treatment (before lasers) and raised three children in the most difficult days of the depression(including homelessness ).My mother NEVER COMPLAINED either!
We had a good life!!
My dad came to the US from Ireland in the 60’s. He was a tough man who worked hard. He and my mother never got along, he even left her for a little while. I was angry at him for a long time, but when my mother was sick and dying my dad stepped up, visited her every day for almost 2 years when she was in a nursing home, took care of her financially and emotionally as best he could. So, two words that describe my dad are TRUE, and HUMAN. May God bless all the dads on Father’s day and every day.
A man who loved my mother and me. A man who generously gave of himself to others and, in turn, was respected by family and friends.
My father.was Sensitive and tragic…He read Shakespeare liked I have never heard it read. He took care of anyone in need. At the age of 35, he lost an arm in a terrible accident..which he had dreamed of 20 years before. He was an accomplished artist…
es..sensitive and tragic. He died at 47 years of age..
In Heaven
Comforter Provider
Those were the two first words that popped into my mind. He died at 44 and he is also “Still Missed!”
selfish !@#$%. He converted to the Faith in the early 50’s, married my mother, sired 6 children with her and then left her and all of us in poverty and neglectm while he persued other women and his own dreams. We all survived but went our own ways. I’ve vowed to not to be like him so I have my own wife and 6 kids and hope to be here for them. God bless all of you good fathers out there.
Common Sense: My dad fathered 17 of us children and spoke endlessly of wholesome common sense. He was brilliant in the fact that he taught us to question ‘what is the purpose?’ in everything we do. This in itself brings togetherness and includes everyone for the betterment in the choices that I make today.
Value of Love: My dad taught us that ‘love’ is the most valuable force on Earth; more powerful than money, fortune, or fame - And the only thing in life to be passionate about and pursue regardless to what course of study we decide on… ‘Do it with love for one another.’
The Best
My dad dearly loved my mother and was so very happy and proud to be the father of six children and to be able to provide for them. He was delighted with his thirty-two grandchildren and was a staunch supporter of the right to life.
Long stories.
A Good Man! A role model. Loved mom. Loved his children. Good provider. Honest. Hard working. Practical. Obedient to the teaching of the Church. Home with Jesus. Missed by many.
Troubled, deceased
He was a good and caring man. We lost him a few weeks ago and we are
all at a lost without him. He always said taking care of his family
was his most important job, and he did it well. We were provided for,
but more important he love us. He always did whatever he could to help us. Having the whole family together laughing and enjoying each other’s company is what made him happy.
Thank you Daddy you will always be in our hearts.
My Father also immigrated from Ireland to America in the 1950s. Fought for the English military against The Germans and Romul in Africa in WWI. A tough, fierce, caring man that wasn’t very good at the ‘get in touch with your feelings’ stuff. Only said we loved each other once as I recall, toward the end of his life, but both felt this was a moment arranged by God.
Would not think twice about going over to a neigbor’s house to break up a party with 50 - 100 kids that had gotten well out of hand and giving them an earful. Not afraid of anything, except God’s wrath. Was deeply hurt during the 20 years he was alive while abortion was legal, because he knew the value of life coming out of an ugly war. Was devoted to the Rosary and the Virgin Mary. Have sometimes thought of him as how St. Michael the Archangel might be..
patrick is that you patrick meehan hey buddy of if this is you this is connor pierson!
my dad= really awesome!
What do I do when someone. Most important in my life is getting to pass ;(
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