Growing up I had two special father figures, my dad and my grandfather. My grandfather was there throughout my childhood. My Dad, who became my Dad when I was 15, was there for me throughout my teenage and most of my adult life.

They taught me many invaluable lessons through example – don’t give up on life dreams, we need to laugh (especially at ourselves), life must have boundaries, to treat others as you should be treated with kindness and respect and many more.Libre Tea Mug

Both these men are no longer here in the physical sense but their love and gentle guidance can be felt daily. We have had some very special memories together.

With my grandfather, it was always great watching him call out the bingo numbers at the beach carnival and
playing Santa at the Legion Christmas parties. My grandfather also made the most magnificent banana splits. Sitting around the kitchen table, playing cards and drinking tea, with him and my grandmother.

Fishing with my dad, just the two of us, was wonderful and rare. He was always looking for ways to teach me the value of money but he came to my rescue the times I really needed it. Watching my dad hold my daughter in his arms, the day she was born, was so beautiful. My dad also gave me the opportunity to meet my husband, of 31 years, when he hired him so many, many years ago.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to sit around the kitchen table with them again, sipping from our tea mugs, sharing a plate of cookies and making new tea moments to treasure.

Do you have a special moment with your dad or grandfather?

Please share with us for a chance to win a Libre Tea Mug! This giveaway ends June 19th.

 

by Cindy, Libre collaborator

 

Comments (13)

  1. Elaine

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    I can not pinpoint a specific time I had a special memory of my dad, just that my teenage years would have been much different if it was not for him. He ws my rock and mentor and really made me into the strong and independent woman that I am today. His guidance and complete belief in me really formed me and for that I honour him on his special day.

  2. Vilma

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    My father was and still is my hero. A man who had a very difficult upbringing but who overcame all his demons to provide a good life for my sister and me. Always leading us in the right direction with love and discipline to make us into the independent and reliant persons that we are today. He is no longer physically present but lives in my heart forever.

  3. Margret Ekkert

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    My dad has become very special to me. My mom his wife passed away suddenly Dec. 30, 2011. My Dad had been digonosed with Melonama cancer Nov 30, 2010, and with Lymphoma cancer Jan 2011. In March he moved in with me and my husband and family because he could no longer care for himeself. We statred drinking tea together everyday and sharing memories of by gone days. He loves vanilla rooibos tea. Never had it before moving in with us. Now we have a special moment every night drinking tea and making new memories.

  4. Megan Chrostowski

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    I’d like to honour the dad of my two beautiful girls – my husband. Becoming a father is a huge challenge – an exciting and exhausting ride that all new dads face. In our case, our journey has been all the more poignant, challenging, bittersweet and beautiful as our first baby was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy. For a mountaineer, rock climber, and skier, this daddy took the challenge on. He skis with Mia, takes her camping in the park, on hikes, sailing – even though she isn’t able to walk. His can-do attitude has given me so much inspiration and given both our girls incredible experiences – regardless of ability. He’s also a tea drinker – doesn’t drink anything else! Rooibos is his favourite :-). He loves to have tea parties with the girls too. 🙂

  5. April

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    My Dada is the parent I can open up to right on the spot and can ramble on with my thoughts and he won’t judge, he will listen and give sympathetic comments and advice to me. I don’t have to ‘watch’ my words around my Dada as he knows when I talk to him it is me and my head trying to think things through. I am so grateful to have him as my Dada. Both of my parents have truly raised me well!!! My Dada has been watching my love for tea grow over the past couple of years and also will take time to listen to me ramble on and on about the new tea I got, or the new tea travel steeper I have gotten from Libre tea. He knows I love tea and I want to share more with him when he visits me so this tea mug would be perfect.
    Happy Fathers day

  6. Jen P

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    My dad is the hardest-working person I know. Outside of his job, he has taught me the value of hobby learning. One of my favourite memories I have with my dad is helping him finish my childhood home’s basement. I remember feeling so proud that he learned all of these skills on his own, and was so happy to soak it all up like a sponge. He truly is a man of many talents and I feel so fortunate to learn from him every day.
    Dad’s also a tea drinker – this was another ‘job’ of mine as a kid. I’d make my mom and dad’s tea after dinner every night. Funny what you remember looking back: the smallest actions can sometimes be such fond memories.

  7. Reply

    My late father was a very “tough” man… no sentimentality from him… or so he made us think!! But I will always remember one Christmas when I was probably about 14. I heard a noise in the middle of the night and was a bit frightened. Very very quietly I left my room, the only lights on were the Christmas tree in the living room. I timidly, barely peeked around the door frame where the noise was originating. There on the floor , under the Christmas tree was my father! He was gingerly looking for and opening up a few of the presents marked with his name, and then reclosing them!!! I had to cover my mouth so as not to let him know I saw… I carefully made my way back to my room… he never knew I saw him… but to this day I will always remember, with a smile, that tender moment when my father was just like any small boy enjoying Christmas with a childs heart of expectation!..I would love to win one of your mugs also, as one of my other memories, that I was just sharing with a cousin, was that every sunday my father and my cousins father would get together over coffee and tea at our kitchen table to discuss life and politics and world events… many years have past but my cousin and I will never forget those days watching these 2 grown men, our fathers, with mugs in hand, taking on the world!

  8. Rebakah D

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    This Father’s Day, I am visiting your website because I am buying my husband (dada to an amazing and wild 2-year-old son) a new Libre tea mug. Tea has always been a part of our lives. I remember walking into his apartment and instantly falling in love with him when I saw all the tea mugs, pots, and loose leaf teas around. I’ve traveled quite a bit and I’ve always brought teapots back from all the places I’ve visited. I felt like I’d met my counterpart. We fought over who got to use the “World’s Best Father, 1995” mug each morning for our tea throughout the first year of our marriage. When I was sick while pregnant with our son, he made me green tea every morning to settle my stomach. During the craziness and uncertainty of caring for a new baby, we drank tea to calm ourselves. When I started a PhD program and we felt like we were getting too busy and forgetting each other, we made a pact to do something thoughtful for each other each day – he makes me tea before he leaves for work and I pack him a lunch. When he started a new job, a Libre tea container was his first purchase to enjoy his tea on the way to work. A few weeks ago he dropped it and it cracked the inner glass. He was so sad that he couldn’t even bring himself to throw away the lid to it. It is still sitting in our cabinet. So here I am to buy him another for Father’s Day because he is special and wonderful. And I’d love to win a Libre mug so that we can continue to share our lives over a cup of tea!

  9. Jen H

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    The thing that defines my father in my memory is his love of the natural world and his interest in helping others discover that beauty.

    I remember one particular walk in the woods that we took when I was about six years old. At that point, I wasn’t much of an “outdoors-y” kid, and if anything, I was afraid of the woods. My dad convinced me to go, however, by telling me that I should see the “gnome home” that he had found in one of the trees. Interested, I went along.

    When we reached the old tree with bulging, misshapen roots, he told me to look for the opening to the gnome home. As I searched the roots, pushing away leaves with my feet, he hid one of my favorite candy bars under one of the roots that stuck above the earth. When I found the candy, he had an explanation for how it had gotten there: he had told the gnomes that I’d be by for a visit, but since they had to go out about their business for the day, the left the candy so that I wouldn’t think they’d forgotten about my coming. Satisfied with that answer, I decided that I would agree to take another walk the next day.

    Ultimately, the gnome home story fell apart. But my relationship with my father, and with nature, is still healthy today. I have to thank my father for instilling in me an appreciation for beauty in everything from a vast woods to the little “gnome homes” in the roots of old trees.

  10. Ron

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    I considered my step dad my “real” father since he was more of a father than my real one ever was. Never once treated me like a step child and did a lot to help raise me.

    He died way too young due to lung cancer but I at least got to know him as a friend, not just a great dad, towards the end which was awesome.

    Two great memories for me:

    1. Although he knew I loved him, the last Christmas before he died I wrote out a long winded card telling him how much I appreciated him as a father and how I considered him my real father and how much I loved him. Although I’m sure he appreciated it regardless, this was before he was diagnosed with the cancer or even had a clue about it so I’m glad I was able to convey that message to him then rather than after us knowing about the cancer…I mean I’m sure it would have meant just as much even later but at least he knew I wasn’t just hyping up the message just because we knew he was dying. A great moment for both of us.

    2. During his cancer treatments…actually my mom and dad were going to chemo at the same time…she had skin cancer so not as serious but a rough time regardless. But back to the moment, I was going to a graphic design “technical” school and it was coming up towards the end of the class where we were going to have our little graduation. I honestly didn’t think it was a big deal because it was just some 8 month course and there were only like 40 students. I was even a little embarrassed to be going to a “graduation ceremony” (with cap and gown and all lol) for a small school like this. Anyway I did invite my parents to come but told them it wasn’t going to be a big deal so they didn’t have to show up. They came anyway and I am glad they did because I was surprised by being awarded the “Valedictorian” without knowing it was coming. It wasn’t a big deal really, at least to me, but to see how proud he was and excited for me was an awesome thing. The award didn’t mean crap to me for whatever reason but seeing him be proud of me and how happy he was was the reward I couldn’t have asked for.

    He died a few weeks later while I was doing the post graduation lab class :(.

    Happy Fathers Day Dad!

    Side note- I’m now a father myself!

  11. Bruce

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    I have a recent one that comes to mind, nothing spectacular, but involves both. I recently took up DE (double edge) shaving, old school style. I’ve been picking up razors from eBay and forums and also have my folks looking out for me.

    When I told my Dad about it, he said “Oh, we have one of Grandpa’s old razors around somewhere, I’ll look for it and you can have it”. Within a day he was at my house, making a special delivery. My Grandpa’s vintage Gillette British Rocket Flare Tip razor, that cleaned up and nicely and now looks like the day he bought it, even though it’s 50+y old.

    Goes to show you that it’s true “They don’t make them like they used to”, and that goes for People and Products.

    Dad still comes over to the house (at 68y old) and takes care of us, steals my Pop out of the fridge (as I do at their house) and is always looking out for me and my family.

    Happy Fathers Day Dad! We Love You.

  12. Mary

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    I am lucky enough to have had my father around for my whole childhood. He is still living back in Pittsburgh, while I moved out to California after going to college in Boston.

    When I think of my father, I think of some of the things he always does, like saying “down, down” when the phone rings, or blaming the cat (“Sasha!”) when he farts :-X

    My favorite memory with my father is riding the “Jack Rabbit” my first time with him. It is a wooden roller coaster at Kennywood, an old-fashioned amusement park in Pittsburgh. The ride has an exhilarating double-dip in the middle. It’s his favorite roller coaster, and it’s been mine too ever since.

    Happy Father’s Day, Dada!

    I love and miss you!

  13. Erin N

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    I named my son for my paternal grandfather. Growing up with a single mum and a bully big brother the moments on Saturdays spent visiting with my grandpa; either me polishing the teapot while he sang old garlic songs or teasing me that certain flowers in his mammoth garden only bloom on Sundays those are some if the happiest moments if my childhood.

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