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Fathers day was Sunday 6th September 2009. Read Fathers Day comments from our many contributors, including fathers poems, they will touch your hearts.
Hi Diane
Went down to Dunedin and saw dad and he was absolutely stoked with the giftbox. What a great box you have put together, so nicely presented and the wee card on the inside with Happy Fathersday, it is absolutely lovely in every way. All the goodies will be well taken care of, dad loves his food but no doubt will be sharing with the "girls" (as he calls them, they are all 75 or over lol) in the home so will be a well cherished and enjoyed box. The goodies inside were wonderful down to the fishing news paper, that was just right down his alley.
Thank you so much that was a lovely win and one very happy dad, we certainly will spread the word to familly and friends when they are looking for a present to check out your website as we are all really impressed.
Kind regards
Annemarie, Ashburton (Winner of Father's Day Draw 2009)
FATHERS DAY STORY: To my Dad
Remembering my Dad
makes me glad.
But sometimes also sad
Cos it makes me feel I miss him so,
And its driving me mad.
Remembering the days gone by
Really makes me cry.
Father dearest,
You're just the sweetest!
Your loving kindness is my fondest memory.
In my heart you will ever be.
Memories of you lives on.
Thank God for a wonderful Daddy.
Zyella Green, Christchurch
FATHERS DAY STORY: Through My Daddy's Eyes As my father sees me, so shall I.
As a daughter, all my self-worth comes from how much my father values me.
The amount of affection he pays me as a child is what I will expect from a mate.
The respect he shows my mother, will be what I will tolerate from a husband.
The time invested in me as a child, will equal the amount of time I invest in him during his "golden" years.
How he sees me in his eyes, is how I will see myself. A little girl becomes exactly what her father says she is. In short, I will be the product of what you do and say around me, to me, and to others.
No compliment or blessing is any higher than that of my daddy's. In short, how you see me, is how I will be.
The least little comment, especially negative, I will take to heart.
You think the sun will rise and set with me, but without you I have no world.
You are my daddy - and little girls NEED their daddies.
Emma, Wellington
FATHERS DAY STORY: Hi, my name is Te Ao I'm 12 and I would like to tell you about my amazing Dad.
He is 38 years old and works hard everyday to be a good father and a great role model. My Dad didn't have a happy childhood. He was thrashed and mistreated often. He mowed lawns as a boy to pay for his own school books and his uniforms.
Dad left home when he was young and joined the Army.
My Dad - from the time I was born decided to give me a life very different to his. He works so hard my Dad. Always looking to improve himself so that my brothers, my Mum and I are ok.
My Dad gave up his job as a survey technician when I was born because long weeks away from home meant he wasn't around to see me grow up. He worked gruelling hours for Bridgestone Firestone for 9 years in the factory there and built us a beautiful home which he landscaped himself.In the weekends when he wasn't required to work he was always there to take me to sports, fishing, boating, holidaying and diving. Dad took up the study of prerequisite courses to help him further his education - while we slept - dad would stay up way past midnight to learn about physics and chemistry and calculus. 3 years ago my Mum was diagnosed with cancer while she was pregnant with my brother. My Dad then decided to resign from his job to care for my Mum and Brother. As well as looking after us all - Dad completed a qualification in Civil Engineering. He finished in the top 5 per cent of his class. Out of the 67 students who began - only 13 graduated - my beautiful Dad was one of them. My father - on his first day of study was rushing to the hospital in between classes to check on my Mum who had gone into premature labour. He nursed Mum and cared for me for two years solid - in between those times he would study till early hours of the morning and be up again with his books at our table when I'd rise for school. My father would sit holding my brother in the oncology ward with his books in one hand and my Mum hooked up to the chemo machine. My brother was in neo natal for a long time - Dad would attend classes, grab me from school, make a meal for us all and troop up to the hospital to spend time with Mum and baby and I - we would leave there late at night - he was exhausted - we all were but Dad just kept on going because he knew things would get better. It was hard for my parents and I. There were lots of sad things that happened for us but my father was very determined that we had to keep going. He would bundle us into motorhomes and drive us from Christchurch to Auckland on $1 a day rental returns - staying at lots of child friendly holiday parks along the way to take our minds off things. He threw beautiful birthdays for us to put smiles on our faces. He told my Mum she was beautiful even though she'd lost her hair and her chest and was constantly sick because of her operations and her treatment. My Dad would weep a little sometimes because of the pain Mum was going through and the way he thought things were affecting me - but you see - with him around we felt safe - he didn't realise that. Well my father finally graduated with his civil engineering qualification. By that time it was necessary for him to sell our home - with neither Mum or Dad having worked for two years - Dad thought it wise. He felt very bad about moving us from our home in Christchurch to Hamilton and worried constantly that the move would be the last straw for me - he didn't realise that it doesn't matter to us as long as he is there - we are happy. Dad grew up in Teutu and having lived in Christchurch for 20 years - he missed his hometown for a lifetime. He was so happy to be back in the Waikato but guilt stricken because Mum and I had been uprooted and brought up here to a strange place. Dad chose to live in hamilton where he thought things would be better for us. My Mum by then had completed her treatment and had taken full control of running our home and family again - because of Dad's care she was healthy and fit and the Mum we had been used to having around before she became sick. Dad took up study again - feeling guilty for moving us here he was determined to chase a better paying job so that we could return to Christchurch. With a demanding job - , young kids and study - it took it's toll. Leaving for work at 730am - home at 6pm with an hour to eat and play with my brother and I then hitting his study - he became tired and his left eye became loose and droopy. Dad suffered migraines and couldn't sleep for more than two hours a night After a month of this - my Mum called a stop to it. No study she insisted, no stress, complete rest and a shift of house to Te Awamutu where my father could live under the skies he'd missed since boyhood - as for Christchurch she insisted - forget about it - what would Christchurch be without Dad there to share it with us. Now, it's our turn to look after my Dad, for now he is happy and relaxed at last. Mum says he has nothing to prove to anyone, that the people who know him the best, the ones who live under his roof love and adore him, that he has done enough and that now it is time for Dad to slow down, to enjoy everyday instead of forever worrying about tomorrow and to know that we are happy just having him in our life - we don't need a huge mansion in Christchurch or a big salary either with the trendiest of gear and all of that - we would be happy in a one bedroom shack with my Dad than in a palace without him. My father is a king among kings to my mother and I. He romps with my brother even though I see his exhaustion, he takes me training 3 times a week - even though I know he would rather have his feet up resting, he washes the dishes every night because he is always delighted at the meals placed before him. This is why I love my Dad - my father,his life wasn't happy as a child, he suffered great humiliation and mistreatment - you would never know because he is the most loving and gentle hearted Dad you could imagine. There is so much more to tell you - the way in which he would allow my friends to stay for weeks, give money and food to less fortunate people, serve on our BOT at school, volunteer as parent help for my class, drop seafood off at elderly couples homes, shovel bark and put up fencing at my school, play the guitar for my culture group on his days off - but that's another story.
I love my father he is my king amongst kings.
Happy father's day Dad
I love you,
Te Ao
FATHERS DAY STORY: My Father was and is an absent Dad. I'm over it. My husband is a FANTASTIC Dad. I love how he interacts with our daughter. He is present and involved. Always joking. I'm so glad he is the Father of our child.
Polly
FATHERS DAY STORY: I had not been close with my dad growing up, as a child of divorced parents it was school holiday visits, and awkward holidays. As I got to my teens he had a bit more useful advice, taught me to drive, gave me his old car- a volvo, he thought it was built like a tank and i should be safe enough! he came at the drop of the hat when a boyfriend became violent...my skinny old dad took this dropkick of a boyfriend by the scruff of the neck and told him where to go. And years later came to the hopital when I was in labour with my first child with a mediation tape of forest and bird songs, not appreciated at the time. But as I look back he was quite protective and caring, just goes to show you are never to old to be your daddys little girl!
Sara, Wellington
FATHERS DAY STORY: If i was given a choice of fathers at birth it would be my dad. Tower of strength and a pile of teddy bears is how i describe my dad.
Always the envy of many and never really understood why, until i became a parent, my dad is fantastic.
Loved by all his children and grandchildren i see what many have for years a dad who is always there and no matter what endless love, cool personality and a really dry but humourous sense of humour.
I am so glad to be given my father with many todays children who do not share or have the fortune of having one like mine, but then again i think he is one of a kind.
To my Dad, Sonny from Yvonne, Mangere, Auckland
FATHERS DAY STORY: My dad,love me,share his wealth of knowledge that he had learnt from his dad,and so on and son from down the eternal line from Dad too Sons.A Man who cared and loved his family,A man who was guided with passion,love,strength and forth-sight.A man who harboured no-ill feeling towards anyone,but gave his self-worth.A father,even a Son,A Grandfather and Uncle and also a Cousin.All these he has a part.My Dad!I LOVE YOU!YOUR SON COLLIN!
Collin, One Tree Hill, Auckland
FATHERS DAY STORY: If I was given a choice of fathers at birth it would be my dad. Tower of strength and a pile of teddy bears is how I describe my dad.
Always the envy of many and never really understood why, until I became a parent, my dad is fantastic.
Loved by all his children and grandchildren I see what many have for years, a dad who is always there and no matter what, with endless love, cool personality and a really dry, but humourous sense of humour.
I am so glad to be given my father, with many of today's children who do not share or have the fortune of having one like mine, but then again I think he is one of a kind.
To my Dad, Sonny, from Yvonne, Mangere, Auckland
FATHERS DAY STORY: If there is one thing I've learnt from my Dad it's to live life to the full. My earliest memories are of him training for marathons, climbing mountains and testing his mental and physical limits. Dad's combined passion for the great outdoors and for fitness was 'his thing'. A few years ago while running on the Port Hills in ChCh my father went into sudden cardiac arrest. Didn't this only happen to people that have clogged arterties, weight issues, smokers etc? Dad was diagnosed with ARVD which is a rare and progressive heart disorder which changed my fathers life dramatically. Medical advice is to lead a sedentary lifestyle so Dad had to come to terms with a huge mental and physical shift. In one blow he'd gone from tackling Arthurs Pass to the struggle of pushing a lawn mower. Numerous hospital admissions and surgeries later, Dad has met these 'mountains' head on... just as he's always done. I'm more inspired than ever by Dad and he's taught me to keep reaching for the stars even when your world turns upside down. Dad has bought a caravan and jokingly calls himself the Gypsy Rover'! The man and his 'van' are somewhere in the great outdoors right about... now!
Sarah, NSW, Australia
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