I lost my dad October 28, 2008 and my life hasn’t been the same ever since. At the time his death we had an amazing relationship; it wasn’t always that because we were so different. Being different never prevent my dad though from loving and supporting me. My dad always pushed me to be the best that I could be. After I came out it was dad that really went out of his way to let me know that as long as I was happy that was all that was important. That will be something I will always be thankful for. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss my dad and wish I could hear his voice one more time. Happy Father’s Day dad, I miss and love you.
My dad (and mom) have always been there for me. So it’s my turn to be there for him as he ages and no longer can handle simple tasks around the house. So this Father’s Day, it will be spent with him doing repairs at my parent’s beach house. And he’ll be right there for me as he always has, but this time as my little helper. I truly treasure the time I spend with him since I know nothing is forever. Every day is Father’s Day and not just once a year. So no ugly ties this year. Just a big hug and dinner out at a gay restaurant with my parents.
My father, Randy Gerke, is one of my greatest role models for the man I hope to be. He's shown me that keeping an open mind, being willing to love unconditionally and embracing differences in others are some of the greatest values one can possess. He's always been one of my strongest allies, even at times when he did not understand me or what I was going through. Because of him, I have learned to be compassionate to others, even when it is difficult, and I've learned that sometimes the greatest test of a man's strength can be his willingness to bend and adapt. Even as a man of faith, he is a vocal supporter of equality for all people, and he's never afraid to stand up for me, his gay son. He's the greatest Dad I could have ever hoped for and I'm very proud of him.
My dad has always been my hero. I know that seems cliché to say on Father’s Day, but nothing for me is truer in my life. When I came out to my dad 8 years ago, he only solidified his place amongst the champions of men. While other close members of my family turned their backs on me, my father stood tall, proud, and my biggest ally of all. I should not have been surprised then when my dad gave me the most wonderful gift of all. Just weeks ago, I married the love of my life in New York because it is not legal for us to do so in Texas, the state we currently reside. My father, making yet another heroic move, flew to New York City to stand by my and my wife’s side as we solidified our commitment to each other. To my hero, my tight buddy, my dad, Happy Father’s Day.
In the sense of a picture is worth a thousand words: "Me and My Dad." is what I'd like to say.
My Dad, Dr. Richard Carl Ferguson turns 93 this year!
I am so grateful for my father. I was a wild child and although we've had our ups and downs my dad has always been there to support me even when I wasn't sure he would be. Our issues were never around my sexuality because I was fortunate to be born into the most accepting family I've ever known. He's the coolest guy I know and I'm proud to be like him in so many ways.
This isn't about my father, it's about becoming a father. My partner and I are adopting Payeton, a very special 10 year old. We are celebrating many firsts this year, but this first Father's Day is one of the most exciting.
When I came out to my father, the only thing he said to me was "that's great."
The best part about growing up with my dad was that he never pressured me to masculine. Growing up in a hyper masculine culture, I heard constantly from my peers, the media, and even adults that I wasn't man enough. I am so grateful that my dad didn't teach me that fitting in was more important than a person's self worth.
What he did teach was how to respect, love, and protect your family, how to be a good father, how to love your spouse, and how to build a strong healthy family, no matter how you define that.
Whether he's sending me the latest article on Obama's support for marriage equality or just wearing his HRC hat (see picture), he supports and encourages me more than he knows. I love you dad.
My parents divorced when I was two years old. My father, who died this year at the age of 58, was a short-tempered man who was largely absent from my life. Luckily, my grandparents decided to take care of me. Here I am (second right) in a photo taken in 1992 with my late grandparents and my cousin (second). My paternal
grandfather (left) and my grandmother (right) loved me deeply even though they knew I was an effeminate homosexual. I consider both of them to be my father figure, because they instill masculine values within me, which are hard work, determination and resilience, which helped me to survive amid my society’s severe homophobia and to eventually become a person I am today: a journalist, writer, and a teacher.
What has my father done for me? At the most fundamental level my father attributed to my origin and my creation. Wow! As if that wasn’t enough! My father brought me to the gates of healing. He began intentionally walking a path of restoration and rejuvenation petitioning me every step of the way. I followed your bellows Dad. It is time to revel. Happy Father’s Day!
This past weekend (6/9), my father woke up early in the morning, prepared a cooler of drinks and food, then woke the entire family up (including my two-year-old baby brother, pictured) for a picnic at a local park. You would think it was a normal family outing... however, this day was special.
That park was the location for Albany's annual Pride Parade and Festival. It was his way of honoring me for the openly gay young man that I have become. I didn't force my father to go to a Pride Festival. He encouraged ME to live out my pride, knowing that I would always have him and the rest of my family by my side. My youngest brother has so much growing up to do, but I know he will be a natural-born ally: my parents are raising him in an environment of uncanny tolerance and acceptance.
My dad passed away far too soon and unexpectedly. His care and compassion can be seen through this Father's Day card that he sent my husband and me (we don't have children), on the Father's Day prior to his death:
Jason and Bill,
Father's Day is all about celebrating men who guide with strength and listen with love. Incredible men, like you. You two are such great role models, mentors, friends and advisers to so many. We're so proud of both of you. Happy Father's Day.
I love you, dad.
I would like to acknowledge my partner of nearly 14 years, Eric as a fathers day hero! He is without a doubt a fantastic dad. He is kind, loving, gentle, and fun with our daughter Ellie. Eric adores her and is what every parent should strive to be. Love you hun!
Attached is a picture of my dad driving his classic car in the Indianapolis Pride Parade. I ran up to him and gave him a big kiss and hug. (That's me in the green tank top). He is the most supportive dad anyone could ever have and couldn't be more proud of me. I love you dad!
My mother is the father figure in my life. She has supported my sister and I since the separation between her and my “father”. She has been my constant support through high school especially when I came out to her during my sophomore year. She worked three different jobs to make sure we had food on the table and the comfort of our home. In addition to taking care of my sister and me, she also supported my grandparents or her parents when times were tough. She is the strength and support that has helped me through dire times, without her I don’t know what I would have done or where I would be. She is my mom and my dad.
Dr Godson Gatsha, my daddy, mentor and inspiration. As a young African – role models that can understand, relate and give advice on a daily basis are hard to come by. I have been privileged enough to have someone that has allowed for me to explore the world, receive good education and most importantly, support me in all my initiatives – inclusive of raising awareness for something so personal and important to me - sexual and identity diversity (http://www.pinkanatomybw.com/). I have been motivated to be a better individual, put family first and focus on bettering the lives of those I come across.
The Lord has blessed me with a great example on how to be an academic, ethical professional and global citizen all while keeping true to myself regardless of my where I am from, who I am attracted to and what society says.
Thank You DaddyJ
My father turned 87 on June 14, Flag Day, just 2 days before Father's Day. He's not as sharp as he used to be, getting a little forgetful, but he is my hero, and always will be. Dad has been disabled since he was in his mid-forties, due to a work-related accident. His disability and non-stop pain never kept him from taking care of his family. Mom was the breadwinner, but Dad always answered the call when I needed a hand. When I came out at the age of 27, and introduced my parents to my partner (still together after 30 years and one son), he took a good stiff drink, and then continued to be my hero. Thank you, Dad.
This is my stepfather, Jim Carter. My sister and I refer to him as "Pa".
Following my parents' divorce, our father severed ties with us. Pa was slowly integrated into our lives. That was about 27 years ago.
I am fairly certain that my sister and I weren't the easiest kids to raise. I was defiant and my sister was rebellious. Regardless of the difficulty both he and my mother endured, Pa stuck with us. As you can tell from his photo, Pa is a country boy. He was born and raised in a small town in Eastern Kentucky--about 15 minutes from the small town where I grew up.
When I left for college, I left that small town for good. I traveled the world and studied in foreign countries. My family was always my anchor. I could always rely on my mom for good advice and on Pa for comedic relief.
I was afraid I would lose my family when I came out as a lesbian. I was almost certain Pa, with his right wing ideologies and misconceptions of homosexuality, would disown me. He didn't. In fact, when my wife and I got married last June, he attended our ceremony. What's more, he loves my wife as if she were his own daughter.
Pa isn't just a father figure. He is the best dad I could have hoped for.
I love you, Pa!
I am named after my daddy, Brigido. By himself, he designed and built his first house. He met my mom, Zulema and they raised four children, but sadly one passed away in infancy. My dad would work as long as it took to take care of his family but he always had time to play with us. He retired from Jeep/Chrysler after 38 years. My dad never graduated middle school so he always stressed education. All three of his children graduated college. He also just saw his oldest grandson graduating college (the other 5 are not far behind). My mom and dad have been married for 58 years. He loves my wife, Karlene and they like to go fishing together. I want the whole world to know my dad, my hero – here he is! Isn’t he wonderful??
I’ve always thought my dad was indestructible. He has run 21 marathons, 15 ultramarathons, hiked the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine and walked the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route in Spain. As recently as January, at 75, he completed the trek to the valley of the Grand Canyon and back up to the rim.
Only a month after his hike through the Grand Canyon, things changed dramatically when he was diagnosed with myelodysplastic syndrome, the same disease that Robin Roberts battled. His only chance for full remission was a bone marrow transplant, which involves completely destroying and “rebooting” the immune system. But transplants are rarely done for people over 70; almost never for someone who is 75. There wasn’t time to go through the national bone marrow registry. A transplant hinged on whether my brother or I was a match.
Recently I heard that I was a bone marrow match, and so we will go into the hospital together. My dad has given me gifts of his generous love and spirit all of my life. Now it’s my turn to give him something in return.
I have the most awesome dad in the world!! PRIDE in my hometown is always in October. My dad and I have gone the last three years together!! I always feel so free to be me when I'm there. I am so very grateful that I have a great relationship with my dad....that his love IS unconditional. This picture is from 2012.
Happy Father's Day Daddy!!!
Both of my dads are special to me because they help me with a lot of things. They gave me and my bother Daniel a home to feel safe in when we were very little. They are both very handsome and super funny.
Daddy Jay is a deputy sheriff and looks really tuff in his uniform. My daddy Bryan stays at home so that we can do all kinds of activities like Karate. I like to tease my daddy Bryan and say he is the best mom in the whole world. He knows I am playing but its fun to do. They teach me and Daniel to be great people.
Without them I would feel so sad and alone. When I think about only having one dad like some people I get sad. I am glad I have two fathers and twice the love. They are a very special part of our family. They make my heart complete.
Happy Fathers Day to my dads!
Before I was born, my father was living the bohemian dream. He was writing and starring in critically acclaimed plays in Seattle, and had just married a super-foxy Texan opera singer. Then I came along, in the winter of 1984, and my father decided he needed a real job. Cue 20 plus years of drudgery. Now, as I'm getting ready to have my first child, my father is getting his dream back. He's been pulled out of acting-retirement to help gays everywhere by starring in Winning Dad, the story of a young man who tricks his homophobic father into a camping trip with his secret boyfriend. Not only do I get to have a lifetime of self-induced guilt lessened by seeing my father happily working in a field that he loves, I get to see him in a movie that is socially important, and about an issue close to both his heart, and mine. Love is love, y'all.
I owe so much of who I am today to my father. His unconditional love and support have helped me through the most challenging times, now more than ever as my partner Paul and I wait for the Supreme Court to rule on our case, Hollingsworth v. Perry. It is hard for me to imagine going through this challenge without my father by my side. He and my mother have been champions for the cause since day one, inspiring me and countless others with his words and his actions. No matter what the Supreme Court rules this month, I know that he will still be fighting for me, for Paul and for the millions of other gay and lesbian Americans who deserve equal treatment under the law.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad! FromJeff Zarrillo (plaintiff in Hollingsworth v. Perry)
I was lucky enough to have many father figures, but no one compares to my actual father Byron E. Vowell.
My fear of rejection kept me in the closet until I was 30 years old. My fears were unfounded...my father never missed a beat. Maybe it was because he was already in failing health, but we became closer after I came out. He became a part of my life in ways I never thought possible.
The year before he died met my partner John. His frail hand reached up to greet John, his eyes filled with tears because he knew I had found happiness.
It has been almost 13 years since his death, but he is with me everyday. My wish on this Father's Day, in his memory, is that no one waste time when it comes to your relationships and enjoy every beautiful moment.
We used to play golf, Dad.
Miniature golf. You and me against Mom and Jackson:
My geometrical analysis, your patiently encouraging, and their usually winning.
But we put up a fight every time, every course
Eighteen holes. We fought every time.
I never actually wanted to play golf, Dad.
Real golf. Senior year you asked incessantly:
I assented, avoided, essentially ignored
I never wanted golf like
I never wanted baseball like
I never wanted Boy Scouts like
I needed space.
You reached out every time, every course
Eighteen holes of I needed space –
I didn’t understand then, couldn’t articulate to you, to me.
But I don’t need, want, expect space anymore.
I just want miniature golf, Dad
Colored balls, Dad
Broken windmills, Dad
Rusted knights, Dad
I just want you on my team, Dad.
You, me, and a fake green,
A couple too-short clubs,
A letter to my dad and Daddy: You both have taught me so much about growing up. When I hurt myself, you’re there to help me. If I don’t feel good, you’re there until I get better. If I need help on my homework, you’re there next to me. When something is unfair between me and my brother, you will make it even. When I accomplish something, you’re there to congratulate me. When I need new clothes, you help me buy things that won’t make me look crazy. When I went to D.C. and Springfield, you were there to support me. You’re very picky with my safety, but it’s worth it. You both work a lot to let us do fun things. I really like when we go on our bike rides, eat ice cream, and take vacations. When we go somewhere together, it makes me really happy. Happy Father’s Day. You guys are the greatest!
In a world where a large number of homes are being raised by a single parent, I wanted to bring attention to the single parent that took the role of both a mother and father in my life. My mother, Caula Barrs-McMarion has been both my biggest critic and supporter. I never know what to get you for such occasions, but I figured if I could recognize the woman that has protected me throughout my childhood into adulthood, why not? Mama, I love you for who you are in my life and who you have encouraged me to be. You are the true essence of beauty and strength. Happy Father's Day, Mama.
Love Reginald 'Reg' Darby