Yesterday I was out with a friend going to garage sales. We found one that looked pretty promising but we had her little daughter in the car with us so I told her to go ahead and I would sit in the car with baby. While I was sitting there I was listening to some music...the familiar voice of Luther Vandross filled the car as he sang about his father...and my thoughts were turned to my sisters wedding day when she danced with my dad...and I found myself getting pretty emotional. I cried for a minute then decided to call my dad who is living in Samoa. We talked breifly about how he was doing and I was updating him on what was going on with me...but for the most part I just sat there listening to his voice with a huge smile on my face. I can picture my dad sitting on one of the many chairs he has made.. surrounded by a house that he built(and continues to add on to)for his kids, with his silver hair, and his hands worn by hard work that he has done all his life. As many stages as I have gone through in my journey, my dad has gone through just as many as a father. Our relationship has grown tons and I am so thankful for him. We literally lived in a shack in Samoa, no walls just some poles a tin roof and a wood floor. I remember my dad told me one day that it doesn't matter where you live just as long as you take care of it. So everyday after working on the roads in Samoa for 8 to 10 hours (getting paid $3 an hour) my dad would come home and work on building us a house and fixing the area around our house/shack at the time...he would work until the sun went down then he would repeat the process the next day. All the while trying to keep food on the table with 5 mouths to feed not even counting his own. Was our situation ideal or was he perfect as a father...no of course not but the lesson he taught me about hard work and sacrifice are in grained in me and is something that I pray to teach to my own family one day. I love you Dad...with everything I have I love you.
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Dad's are great aren't they? They always have tons of advice (even when you think you don't need it), they always know how to fix things (even when it doesn't need fixing), and they always make the best meals out of anything and everything that's sitting in the fridge or cupboards. Dad's are great!
I love how we're older and much wiser now and that we can look back and appreciate what dad did for us. Except I realize I still hated it. LOL No matter how uplifting you made your blog I still remember planting the million of damn fa'i trees only to get a few fa'is from them damn trees. Some people mow their front yard and and back yard, I had a MOUNTAIN to frickin mow. Sue, you vele'd your vao in the same spot for all 8hrs while I changed tires on cars that WERE NOT WORKING. Yes Dad taught us about hardwork and sacrifice but now I hold everyone else up to that level and now I have no patience for stupidity. I now chant to myself in my head that, 'Common sense is NOT a common thing' because I was about to kill some of my coworkers. Sometimes I wish that Samoan bootcamp was still open because I would totally send half these people there to live. But yes I love dad and appreciate everything he's done for us. LMAO
LOL did I make it sound all beautiful and rosy? It sure as hell wasn't all that and excuse me I might not have changed tires on cars that didn't work but we both hauled rocks from the auvai to make dad's rock wall...on flagday I might add lol. I hear you about people complaining about having to work hard though....it's really irritating :) but you are right common sense ain't so common :) I remember wanting to cry when we saw dad pull up with another load of asuemu or rocks or whatever he could bring on his tractor...lol Gotta love Dad!
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