The Quiet Ways Fathers Show Love
The Quiet Ways Fathers Show Love
This is a space for quiet reflection and shared experiences
June 21, 2026
Dear Friend:
The math problem was just not in my grasp. I needed an expert. My dad was an accountant and the first person I went to with a difficult math problem. The amount of patience that man had was amazing. He not only told me how to do the math problem, he explained why. He wanted me to learn not only the answer but how I arrived at the answer.
That was his way of teaching not only math but also a life lesson. Life is full of problems, and learning how to figure them out is important. He also taught us that something as simple as writing a digit correctly can make all the difference in the world. Writing a digit 25 times also went a long way toward teaching us that lesson.
Oh, the memories.
My dad was a man of few words, so when he spoke, you paid attention.
One evening, a boy came to pick me up for a date and simply sat outside honking the horn. I stood up to leave, and my father said, "Sit yourself down."
Of course, I thought I knew better.
A few days later, I found myself fixing that boy's sports car after it broke down and realizing that Daddy had seen something I had not.
That was the beginning of my rules.
My first rule: Daddy is always right.
Looking back, I realize my father was teaching me lessons long before I understood what they were.
He taught me to think things through.
He taught me to respect myself.
He taught me that actions have consequences.
Most of all, he taught me that sometimes the people who love us see things we cannot yet see for ourselves.
As much as I hated admitting it at the time, Daddy was right.
I don't want to give the wrong impression. My Dad was also a sweet and funny guy. He liked to have fun and wanted us kids to have fun too. All he asked of us was to follow the rules. That was not much to ask.
My Dad passed away 39 years ago. I still miss him all these years later.
He wasn't a perfect person, but he was perfect for me.
He taught me lessons I still carry with me today. He protected me when I needed protecting. Most importantly, he never left me wondering if he loved me.
The older I get, the more I appreciate the quiet ways my father showed his love.
Whether your father is still with you or lives on in your memories, I hope you take a moment to think about the lessons he taught you.
Happy Father's Day.
Until next time, stay well, stay safe, and stay connected to those you love.
Be well,
Emma
Emma is the voice behind Sharing with Seniors, a blog dedicated to honest conversations about life in later years. She writes about everyday challenges, meaningful decisions, and the importance of staying connected