From Kathryn Jean Lopez (a.k.a. "K-Lo"):
Last night, Glenn Beck apparently took time out to rant a bit about Scott Brown's election-night comment about the availability of his daughters. It might not be your style, but I thought it all looked like an endearing family moment. In a time when men and fathers very often do not get the love and support they should, I was happy to see such a prominent — albeit silly — example of a dad seemingly loving his girls, and vice versa.
One reader underscores what a beautiful thing joking around between father and daughter can be:
My husband and I a) knew Brown was kidding, and b) we laughed at these comments and his daughter's and wife's reactions (and for a lot of his speech as he is a funny guy who is comfortable in his own skin).
K-Lo, my Daddy and hero passed away a year ago this month from a five year battle with Parkinson's Disease. He was a kidder. He was also my personal hero in how he handled a life-changing accident when I was sixteen (his left arm was amputated), and he never, ever complained. He is a hero as he was a World War Two Marine (South Pacific), but my hero as a father and provider. He and my mother were married for 53 years. Daddy taught me to laugh at myself, and he was the model of my future husband, who is also a kidder. We have two young sons who know about kidding as well. Kathryn, kidding is a sign of love and comfort and ease with one another.
My husband (of almost 31 years) and I were engaged, out of state from my parents, for almost 10 months. We flew in to (Mississippi) four days before the wedding to obtain our marriage license. My Daddy, shortly after meeting my husband for the first time, told him "you know you are getting the bad end of this deal." I am his only daughter, Kathryn, and he loved me. I was the eldest of two boys and I was special to him, of this I have no doubt. He had nicknames for me (several, in fact). Until he could no longer speak, a few days before his death in their home, I knew he knew my voice as he called me by one of these nicknames even in phone conversations. This was a great comfort to me. I miss him.
Yeh, I know a few love-inspiring daughters and grand-daughters just like that.
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