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What can I tell you about Ben Cartwright? Most people know him around here, already. He has a pretty good reputation in these parts. He's known as a fair man, a good employer, a helpful neighbour and someone you instinctively know you can trust. Once you have Ben Cartwright as a friend, you've got him for life; he's that kind of a guy, loyal and faithful and dependable.

Now, I'm luckier than most of those folks, cos I also know him as a father, and that role, I reckon, is his best one.

All my life he's been there for me. When I was tiny, he would carry me around the yard and take me to see the horses. When I started to walk, if I fell and hurt myself, he was always there to pick me up and give me a hug. He'd clean my grazed knees and then give them a magic kiss that made everything better again. When I was a bit bigger and I had a fight at school, or got into trouble with Miss Jones, he'd sit me on his knee and wipe away my tears, and talk me through whatever was bothering me, and suddenly things would look a whole lot better.

Every night, after supper, I'd sit on his lap and we'd have a cuddle and he'd tell me a story about when he was a little boy, or when he was at sea, and then he'd settle me into bed and kiss me goodnight, and I'd feel warm and safe and loved.

If I had a nightmare (and I still do have them, now and again) he'd be there, gently rubbing the back of my neck and reassuring me that all would be well. Hearing him say so, in that wonderful voice of his, was enough to convince me that nothing could harm me. Papa was there and he would always chase away my fears and take care of me.

As I've gotten older, you'd think that I might have lost a bit of that blind faith I had in him, you know gotten a bit more cynical, realised that he's only a man, made out of flesh and blood, like any
other, but I haven't, not really. You see, I do know all that, but it doesn't really matter if he can't really solve all my problems for me, or if he can't put right all the wrongs in the world, like I used
to think he could. I still know that he's my Pa and he loves me and he'll always do his best for me, Adam and Hoss, and that's all that matters.

And I also know that he knows that we love him, too, but it's good to have this opportunity to remind him that we do.

Happy Father's Day, Pa
From your loving sons
Adam, Hoss and Little Joe
XXX


By:  Lynne C.

 

 

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