Happy Father’s Day: IMAGE HQ’s letters to our Dads

All week long, we at IMAGE have been sharing our letters to our dads in honour of Father’s Day. Stories of love, tears, laughter and the odd ice-cream were penned by IMAGE staffers from all areas. Today, while you’re taking the time to pay tribute to your own father dearest, read through some extracts of our most heartfelt letters to our own. This is a Letter to my Dad.

Erin Lindsay, Staff Writer for IMAGE.ie

“We’re very similar, you and I. Perhaps too similar for our own good – it leads to a lot of butting heads, as you well know. I’ve inherited a lot of your traits, or at least I like to think so. Your stubbornness, your impatience, your inability to suffer fools. Your humour, your familial instinct, your compassion. You drive me mad, and I know I drive you mad too, and I think it’s because we remind each other too much of ourselves.”

Rachael Gallivan, Head of Branded Content Studio

“You are the man who can both mortify me to no end and also make me beam with love and pride. You have not had an easy ride and yet your smile never fades. You are a soldier – you are my soldier. Most little girls who grow into ladies look at their dad as their hero, their protector. To me, this could not be truer. You may not be able to run up mountains anymore or fight off warriors but you are now, more than ever, my hero.”

Doireann Murray, Chief of Revenue

Molly Fitzpatrick, Editorial Assistant

“You taught us the ingenious creation that is an ice cream float; the magic of fish and chips at the beach and the hours of entertainment you can have with a hose, a sheet of industrial plastic and washing up liquid (known by us as the ‘slippery dip’ long before you could buy a ‘slip and slide’ at the toy shop).”

Melanie Mullan, Assistant Editor, CARA Magazine

“While I regularly like to tease you about your parenting mishaps, they’re always outshone by the love and support you show me on a daily basis. You didn’t even bat an eyelid when I told you I was going around the world on my own for six months, six days after my 18th birthday. You came with me to book my ticket and brought me for a lunch to celebrate. By the way, I still don’t think that the travel agent was flirting with me.”