A Father’s Legacy: Loyalty,
Laughter, and Love
Growing up, my dad was my hero and still is today.
Not in the comic book sense—with a cape and superpowers—but in the quiet, unwavering way that
only a real-life hero can be. He was consistent. Steady. And always there. As a child, I watched him
move through life with a kind of humble strength that left a lasting imprint on who I would one day
become.
He worked hard. Every day, without complaint. He’d spend long hours at work and then come home
and immediately pitch in to help my mom. Whether it was washing dishes, fixing something around
the house, or simply being present—he didn’t believe in dividing
roles by gender or title. He believed in serving the people he
loved.
Vacations were treasures, and when we took them, my dad made
sure they were magical for the rest of us. He would quietly stand
back and let us enjoy the treats, the souvenirs, the small
indulgences, never once buying anything for himself. It wasn’t
until I was older that I realized that was intentional. He found his
joy in giving, in making sure we were taken care of, that we felt
seen and loved.
And he always showed up!
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By Dr. Julie Ducharme