Journal 19 - Reminiscence about my father

My father’s name was Wasyl. It is a Slavic name. He passed away 35 years ago. I remember him with great clarity.
I loved my father. In his presence, I remember that he took care of me, especially when I was in trouble. He always helped me, when I waded into my life. He was my lifeguard. He was able to make a way out of no way. He was as gentle as lamb and tough as a lion when he had to be. He loved my mom and surely provided for his family. He was able to make things possible when they seemed impossible. My father was a very energetic and nervous sometimes. But this last trait added him of charm.
My family began a new life, when we moved to the northeastern Poland after WW II. I those days, my father was 52, but he had an enough power and built a new life for my family. My father was a farmer. He wasn’t a well educated person; however he together with mom supported my motivation to earn higher education.
I am reminiscence my parents with the great gratitude. They give me life and cared about provided my needs for whole their lives.