Share something good about your father.

My father came to Canada at age 18 with $50 to his name. He worked really hard and became a chartered accountant and gave us a very comfortable lifestyle. He loved to travel and he took us on family vacations twice every year. He was a fun dad and a very good dad.

One of the kindest, funniest people I know. And he’s been there for all of us—Mom, me, sibs and now my niece—since forever. 😊

He was completely charming; the life of every party.

He was an Eagle Scout, a veteran of two wars, a hero in WWII, and completely ruthless when crossed. He was naive, had a very old fashioned moral code, which he passed along to me, and tried his very best to overcome his prejudices and become a modern liberal.

My Dad is a very hard man. He was born and spent his whole childhood in Iceland. He came to the US as a teenager with my grandparents and worked his ass off to become a cattle rancher. He is without a doubt the toughest and hardest man that I’ve ever known my entire life. He is also kind and compassionate but he is never weak and suffers no fools. I’ve always been his princess but princesses have to be smart and tough as nails as well in his book. Probably the only reason I survived my own hell is based on what he taught. Don’t remember the exact details but one summer when I was an arrogant teenager, I was helping my dad and he noticed a break in our fence. Somebody on the dirt road must have clipped it with their car. We hadn’t had any cattle wander out but it needed a temporary fix to keep them in until we could fully repair the fence. I told my dad I’d fix it with some bailing wire and he asked if I needed help and I said no because I wanted to prove to him that I can do anything my brothers can. It had been hard to see from the road but when I walked over the break was worse than I had thought. The section of fence that was still up was really bad and the whole section too long for any bailing wire to really work at all. I tried to bail it up the best I could but I knew it wouldn’t hold them in if they pushed up against it but I was way too embarrassed to tell him that it was a bigger job than I could handle. My Dad thought he had at least a few hours to fix it. About an hour later we had about a dozen head break through my shit job. After we got the cattle back he went over and saw that I had to have known that many of the posts were pulled up and I’d have to be a dumbass to think it would have held. He wanted me to apologize for not asking for help when I knew better. My stubborn pride felt that would be weak. He said any child of his too stupid or too arrogant to apologize when they are wrong and know it, could walk the fuck back to the house. It was a very long walk and getting to evening by the time I got home (our ranch is just over 400 acres total,) but I learned a whole lot during my long walk that evening.

1.) I learned my Dad don’t fuck around.
2.) That I’m strong enough to hold to my convictions even when I’m dead wrong.
3.) I learned my Dad won’t expect me to apologize unless I’m actually wrong because he wouldn’t.
4.) Most importantly that arrogance is not strength, even it feels like it, it’s stupidity & weakness of mind.

I’ve watched my Dad apologize since. Not very often because he’s rarely wrong but all the more moving when he does because it’s very fucking real.

He was a great dad, very placid, chilled, loving family man, he doted on me, he died at 38, far too young.

He was a talented man with a huge heart

He taught me how to safely handle firearms and deflect snooping questions. Also I'm pretty sure he kept my mom from bugging my computer.

I could write so many so many good things about my father, that it would take up most of the page. He was an honorable man in all ways, and also kind. When he felt he hadn't been in some way, it weighed on his mind. Most everyone who even
[i]met[/i] him, recognized that about him.

He made me strong and made me realized that if I could survive what he did I can survive anything.

His last act was to give us a better life in Canada. He died days after our arrival.

He was kind..... very kind....

He was funny..... enough funny to makes us all laugh...

He was generous ..... an example of generosity in the whole family....

He was a good father .... he gave all he had to make us all a comfortable home and security...

He was an intellectual ...... he read a lot and loved art

I miss him very much..... thank you for your question....

He is an awesome dad.

He taught me how to cook, how to swim, how to drive.

He served his country in the Falklands war.

He has a great sense of humour.

He got me hooked on David Bowie.

He would make a great grandad

Great sense of humor. Has always been there when I needed his guidance / support, even when that just meant trusting I had things under control.

he was kind, honest, caring, and put his actions where his mouth was.

I hope one day to be half the man he was.

He was very knowledgeable about nature.
He was gifted in woodworking as well.

@redpowerrangerthe2nd] his sense of humour the time i was in the bathroom and i let him go in to use the toilet . when i went back to resume shaving he had put shaving foam on the lenses of my glasses 😆i will always remember that with affection what the old sod did 😆

I haven't seen him in years.

He taught me honesty, integrity and a good work ethic.

My Father was a proud Irishman & a hard worker ☘️🇮🇪

My dad was and is a good man and the best dad I could have asked for. He came to a foreign country as a young man with 50 dollars in his pocket and a vision in his heart of a better life for himself. He fulfilled his vision and worked successfully in his profession. He has a great sense of humor and is the bravest and strongest man I know, because he had to endure the much too early death of my mother and his unborn second child, but despite this tragedy he never gave up and was always there for me when I needed him, no matter what he always found a solution, he always supported me, he was caring and watched for days at my bedside when I was sick, he worked nights so he would have time for me during the day, he did everything to make sure I had a good and carefree childhood.

Tbh I hate my dad.

Thing is even bad people have good qualities. He was a talented man and had sharp skills. He was a quick learner like me and he had empathy. Things changed but he was a man of exquisite taste.

He taught me about love, honesty, faithfulness, the value of hard work, the importance of family, and he was always, always there for me. I never fully appreciated it until he was gone. 😞

He patiently handled a child who was thought of as weird (diagnosed with autism as an adult) and molded me into the man I am today. I love him and I miss him.

Was a very strong support in every way for us.. His family.

My earth father is a good guy, kinda funny and can / will fix anything for you.

He bought me hockey equipment after I begged. I was asked to joint a team.

My adoptive father was a retired marine officer. And he raised me as a boot ( new inductee) . He was very demanding and hard core but he never admonished me. But that look on his face when I didnt complete a task was worse than and punishment. He didnt get to make it very often, I made sure of that. And his love and guidance made a broken little girl feel safe and gave her someone to love in return.

He was a good hard worker.

He recently got over hepatitis. We don't exactly agree on many things but he's a good person and he has a lot of strength.

He's dead. That's his best attribute, fucker beat me a lot, but I wouldn't show pain or cry, that would piss him off more.

idk he fixes stuff around the house and gives me money sometimes

My Dad helped the community immensely.
He was a Union leader back when the unions were relevant and had the workers rights at the top of his list.
He received the OAM - Order of Australia - medal from the Queen of England for over 40 years of service to Trade Unionism and the Community.

{@redpowerrangerthe2nd] yes she did he was in trouble if he got caught 😆

He helped create me. That's all I know about him.

Who? I'm pretty sure I was born out of grass

Too much to write...🥺

He's smart and teaches me a lot of cool things.

I know few more patient than him

He was an incredible martial artist and fighter, he was a great champion, an amateur bodybuilder, and an excellent college student, good sense of humor, and a cool guy.

He participated in the making of me. 😊 I'd love to share something beautiful and sweet, but he bailed on my mom when she told him she was pregnant with me, so that's all I've got to work with.

He is loyal to a fault to my mother, emotionally and physically. That's 39 years of my mother's domination.

Sperm donor

He was unique and had a good sense of humor.

He loved my mother.

He was very talented and very funny

A good narcissist.