My dad was a Methodist minister.
My dad was an immigrant kid and a Democrat and a Jew, and we didn’t know any Republicans in our group. So I grew up Democratic. My dad was a labor lawyer – a very hardworking guy, a one-horse labor lawyer – and then I went to hippie college and lived in the bubble.
I finally got the dad I always wanted and then he left. At 18, 19 years old, I was really upset and had to work through that.
As early as I can remember, I would put on plays with my cousin and make my dad record them. In kindergarten, I started doing the school plays, and it just continued.
Dad was the only adult male I ever trusted.
Every once in a while, we’d ask my dad if we could get a ride in one of these planes. And, he did take us to the flying club and get us a ride in the Pushpak and a glider that the flying club had.
Mom and Dad were the best. I never clashed with them.
We travelled a lot, went on tour with my dad a lot. But there was never a moment when any of us didn’t feel loved, or taken care of.
Even when I was 3 or 4 years old, I’d go out riding in the car with mom and dad, and I already knew all the songs off mom’s Hank Williams and George Jones records by heart. I remember just sitting in the back seat and singing them at the top of my lungs.
While my parents both worked full-time, we still grappled with the scourge of working-class poverty. But my entrepreneurial mother used her research skills to consult. And, along with my dad, she even ran a soul food restaurant for my great-aunt.
The reason I made my stage name Kali Uchis is because it’s still me in the sense that, my dad called me ‘Kali Uchis’ my whole life. It’s still something I’ve been called since I was a baby. It’s still me.
So many use dad’s name, saying ‘Johnny Cash would not like this’ or ‘Johnny Cash would do this’ or ‘Johnny Cash would vote for… ‘ Please, let his actions speak for who he was: A simple, loving man who never supported hate or bigotry. He was non-political, and a patriot with no public political party affiliation.
I ended up getting drafted by the Colorado Rockies on June 8, 2010 and the next day, my dad passed away, in June 9, 2010. So I’m at the biggest high of my life on June 8th. And the next day, June 9th, he’s gone.
I was a single dad in New York City, raising a child and pursuing a career.
My parents have been volleyball players, and my dad is an Arjuna awardee in volleyball.
My father never raised his hand to any one of his children, except in self-defense.
We all have experiences in our lives that change us, and we all learn from people, like my dad, but at the end of the day, it’s only us. And we’re only responsible to make ourselves happy.
When it comes to Father’s Day, I will remember my dad for both being there to nurture me and also for the times he gave me on my own to cultivate my own interests and to nurture my own spirit.
My dad gave up his job; he stopped working – for me. Without that, I definitely wouldn’t be as successful.
That’s all there was in our house: poetry and choir rehearsal and duets and so forth; I listened to Dad and Mother discuss things about poetry and delivery and voice and diction – I don’t think anyone could know how much it really means.
I was always the new kid in school, I’m the kid from a broken family, I’m the kid who had no dad showing up at the father-son stuff, I’m the kid that was using food stamps at the grocery store.
One time, when I was really young, my dad and brother were watching ‘Team America,’ the Trey Parker and Matt Stone movie. I walked in and they didn’t know I was there, but I got really freaked out by the marionettes – just the look of them, their mouths, those grins. That cemented in my brain.
When I was a child, I had wax in my ears. Dad didn’t take me to the doctor, he used me as a night light.
Jim Swan was my father, but Reg Barnes was my dad.
My dad is my best friend, my father, and my boss. When I do something that is exciting and he likes it, it feels three times as good as you can imagine.
My dad has been playing guitar basically all his life. He’s sort of who got me into rock music.
If I took the 40 years of my dad talking to me about war and battles and taking me to battlefields and distilled it down into one question, it would probably be the idea of the necessary or unnecessary war.
My dad’s name is Robert Stafford. His music name is R. L. Stafford; he makes gospel music.
God is my psychologist. And my dad is probably the best sport psychologist in the world.
My dad taught me how to fish. When I am stand in a trout stream now, and I have the waders on, and I’ve got a fly rod in my hand, or I am fishing for bass, I think of sitting in a boat with my dad. How can that be a bad experience?
There is clearly this gene inside me or this thing inside me that I’ve always had in my blood. I don’t know, but since very little I’ve always wanted to be in racing cars, and that was without knowing who my dad was and what he was doing for a living.
I bought a Jaguar when I was 28. I’d always wanted one. I had it for years, then my friend had it, then my dad had it. It was a good workhorse.
My dad is always there for me, and no matter how busy, he always makes it a point to answer my calls. I think he knows what is best for me better than me and is very involved in planning my career. Feel blessed to have a dad like him.
But I have to be careful not to let the world dazzle me so much that I forget that I’m a husband and a father.
I think my mom and dad both wanted to get across to me that… I obviously grew up with great privilege and was very lucky and was able to afford college and not have student loans, and they would pay for college, but beyond that, it would be up to me to make a living.
Every morning, my dad would have me looking in the mirror and repeat, ‘Today is going to be a great day; I can, and I will.’
My father… had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
My parents got divorced when I was around a year old. My dad was essentially a nonentity in my life until I got to be about 16 or so. My mom was a flight attendant for PanAm, so I moved all over the world. London, Rio de Janeiro.
I never made it to the school choir because the music teacher didn’t like my voice. I was pretty sad. But he was probably right; I did have a voice a bit like a goat, but my dad told me to never give up and to keep going, and it’s paid off.
If my father had hugged me even once, I’d be an accountant right now.
My dad was a longshoreman in the Port of Miami. Tough job. I worked down there in the summer once. One day. Never again. My dad was a no-nonsense guy. As a kid, I hated his rules, but as a man, I understand what he was teaching. He taught me you have to work hard for everything you get.
My dad was a different bloke to me and not very nice to my mum, although I never judge him. If you did, you’d become one of those people who is all-consumed by a fault in their past. And I haven’t got the time for it.
Watching Eagles games with my dad, whether at the vet or in our house, was a big part of my childhood.
I was selling stuff probably since I could remember, like 6 or 7 years old. I was always out there helping my mom and dad sell watches, glasses, CDs, DVDs, stuff like that. Whatever we could put our hands on. I did it until I was around 17. But I was just doing it because I had to. There was no other option.
My dad was the only son from his entire family to come to America, and I was his only son. We had come to the States to achieve security and success for our family. Rules were simple: No fun, no friends, no girls. Go to school, come home, and study.
I loved playing cricket from my childhood. My dad made me play in the streets, and my interest grew. He put me in a club, seeing this. My habit grew from that point.
My dad’s a fitness freak himself.
As I have told many, the only goal my dad had for me was to keep me alive to reach the age of reason! He had no aspirations for me vis-a-vis education, wealth, or anything else!
I appreciate the sacrifices my dad made. I went to a great public high school.
The surprising thing about fatherhood was finding my inner mush. Now I want to share it with the world.
When my dad died, I developed a nervous habit. He was very shy and quiet, and I was like him.
My dad has been to every soccer game that I’ve played in, both at the amateur level and at the professional level, and he always had great things to say whether we won or we lost, whether I felt great or not so great.
I am proud to be their child. It is very inspiring for me. I am inspired by my mom and dad.
I’ll say my dad couldn’t act to save his life and nor can my uncle, and they’ll say I’m the worst actor in the world.
My dad died of a stroke.
My mum and dad ran a family cafe in Sligo for 35 years and worked long hours. We grew up in a very hard-working family and had a lovely atmosphere, as we lived above the restaurant. It definitely made me want to work hard, whatever I chose to do. As the baby of seven kids, I was definitely a bit spoilt.
I always wanted to be a surgeon, because I had a lot of admiration for my father, who is also a surgeon. I also wanted to be a heart surgeon. That was motivated by the fact that my young aunt, a sister of my dad, died in her early 20s of a correctable heart disease.
