This Father’s Day is almost upon us. My kids look forward to getting up early and cooking breakfast for their Dad. Of course I help, otherwise I’d be spending the rest of Sunday cleaning up the kitchen. But it’s become a tradition. One I hope lasts for a long time. Jason will no doubt end up with all kinds of crafty gifts, made at school, and handwritten cards. All of which are more special than anything we could buy at a shop. I love to watch as the kids bring in the breakfast tray, loaded with bacon, eggs and all the trimmings, proud they are giving their Dad something special. I can’t help but wonder how they will look back on these moments and remember him. What will they remember, what characteristics will be inherited to them, what stories will they tell ? They have an amazing Dad, one who is selfless, loving, genuine and kind. When we present that tray of Father’s Day breakfast I can’t help but think of my own Dad.
My Dad unfortunately passed over 10 years ago. He was a wonderful, kind, generous, respectful, loving man full of integrity. He was a man who lived for his family and worked hard to ensure he provided everything he could. He was honest, giving, sensitive, loyal and personable. He was so loved by everyone who knew him. I was so lucky to have him in my life. His gift to me was his belief in me, his incredible love, and that he thought I was the best thing on earth. On my wedding day he said in his speech to me ” you are the pupils in my eyes, without you I cannot see”. I can still see him in is suit, how proud he was. I treasure those moments.
I remember him coming home from a hard day’s work, probably exhausted, yet still he let me dig out my Alice in Wonderland board game and play with me while waiting for dinner. He never had a harsh word to say, never made me feel he didn’t have time for me. He always gave me his undivided attention, no matter how late he came home, up until he fell asleep on the lounge. I always felt like I was on a pedestal, could do no wrong. So loved.
But you know, when Dad was still with us, I often wonder if I did enough. Did I say enough ? Did I show him how amazing he was, the impact he made on me. How his qualities became a benchmark in my quest for being a good person? My template for being a perfect parent? I wish he was still here so I could tell him these things. I wish I could ask him over for dinner, show him how well I can cook his favourite pasta. That’s the thing, this is his dish, it’s his legacy. I can’t make this dish without thinking of him. Wishing he was at my table, finishing his plate, mopping it up with bread and telling me ‘good job Bella Mia’.
I struggle to write this tonight as I don’t often show my emotion, but this needs to be said. God I miss my Dad. My kids have missed out on an amazing Nonno, and I would do anything to have him here this Father’s Day. But that can’t happen.
So all that is left is to say, this Father’s Day, tell your Dad how much he means to you. Hug him, spoil him and make it a special day. But more importantly, tell him each and every day. Pick up the phone more often, involve him in your life. Because sooner or later, you may not be able to.
Fathers are very special.
In memory of my Dad , Domenico Vitalone, I repost the dish I made for him on Masterchef. Click here for the link
I will be making it and thinking of him, with a beer of course. Cheers Dad, Happy Fathers Day xx