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People Tell Us The Most Generous Thing Their Father Has Ever Done

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Courtesy of Emily C.

Honestly, everything my dad does is extra nice and meaningful. But one thing that stands out the most is when I was in high school and both my parents were working long hours and traveling, which meant I would have to fend for myself most nights.

Being the angsty teenager that I was, in a fit of tears, I broke down to my dad and said that I missed the way things used to be. Despite his demanding work schedule, he picked up cooking and made sure the family had a sit down dinner at least three nights a week (and meal prepped for us when he wasn't even there).

It started out as basic meals, and then over time he began to really get into cooking and baking. Even when I come to visit, he always makes sure I get at least one sit down meal with the family.

—Emily C.

It's so difficult to pinpoint just one thing, but when I think about my dad and my childhood, my enduring memory will be him driving me and my brother around to wherever we needed. Endless Sunday morning soccer games at towns miles over, skate parks, etc.

The thing with my dad is that he's been a minicab driver for nearly more than 20 years. He has literally spent years of his life in a minicab, sitting in traffic, driving around the same old streets to provide for the family. Yet despite probably hating the thing, he never once hesitated at getting up at 6 a.m. and jumping back in the car to ensure we got to play sports and visit the places we wanted to go. It was just incredibly selfless and generous to always put us first like that.

—Dan B.

Courtesy of Josie A.

When me and my ex-boyfriend broke up, my dad in town for a work meeting. He was tired after getting the red-eye in the morning and having been busy all day, but he said he'd take me out to dinner.

When we met at a bar first, he said we'd do a walk-in somewhere. Little did I know he'd booked this nice restaurant that our family celebrate lots of special occasions together in (graduations, birthdays, etc). It's difficult to get reservations at the best of times, so I've got no idea how he did it, but it meant so much to me.

That night could have been such a "woe is me" moment, but he made it a "all you need is family" moment instead.

—Josie A.

My dad is the reason I was able to move to New York City as a teenager to pursue my passion and education in art. We lived in New Jersey, but as I got older my parents saw that there weren't many great opportunities there, so my dad researched art-focused high schools in New York.

My dad actually signed a lease to a small apartment in NYC just so I could APPLY to these schools (you had to have proof of residency). When I thankfully was accepted to one of the best public art high schools in the city, I moved into that little apartment with my dad while my mom and sister stayed in New Jersey.

It was not easy for us to be apart for that year, for my dad and I to take the train back to New Jersey every weekend to see my mom and sister and dog, but he made the sacrifice so I could have a better future.

—Mandy C.

Courtesy of Hannah C

My dad never does anything nice for himself and always puts his family first. Most notably, he's always refused to spend money on his car, and every beater he owned during my childhood was barely-functioning garbage.

One night when I was 16, he came home with a Mercedes. It was used, but that car is the only thing I can remember him doing for himself. I've never seen him look happy about anything material, and watching him look so proud of it was touching. He finally seemed to know he deserved something nice.

A couple years later, my then boyfriend was looking for work. He'd just moved cities to follow some artistic pursuits, but he wanted to get something more stable. However, it's not an easy transition to show up to an office and feel like you belong when you've been living the life of a broke peripatetic artist.

So my dad gifted us his beloved car. He somehow knew it would give my boyfriend the confidence he needed to get the right job, and it worked. "I prefer biking to work anyway," said my dad. Naturally, we tried to stop him, but I also knew my dad — and I knew it would make him happier to see us taken care of.

I went on to marry that boyfriend, and that's my dad getting ready to give me away. Thank you for everything, Dad.

—Hannah C.

My dad is famously bad at cooking. I have never seen him cook anything more than scrambled eggs and toast, and even that I've seem him catastrophically mess up a few times.

So when my mom used to go away, the whole family would just survive on whatever the kids could cook (very little) OR TV dinners from the store. It was everyone for themselves most of the time, except once my brothers and I came home and dad ushered us upstairs, telling us to only come down when he called for dinner.

When he did finally call us, we found him in a tuxedo in the dining room with candles lit, flowers, and the nice china that we never used unless guests were over out. He served us a full microwaveable Chinese meal from the store dressed like that. It was ridiculous!

—Alison E.

Courtesy of Clark M

My dad is a big jokester and excels in the realm of puns and pranks. Typical dad stuff, right? I was really involved in theater in high school, and after a long night of rehearsals, I was exhausted and ready for bed. When I turned back the covers, there was one single green grape lying on my pillow.

Furious, I screamed, "WHO PUT A GRAPE IN MY BED?!" I hear my dad chuckle from upstairs before saying, "I dunno, could have been the dog. Dude, was that you?"

Throughout the rest of my time living at home, little green grapes would pop up in random places: the dashboard of my car, inside a shoe, next to the shampoo bottle in the shower. Every time I would puff at the gills and yell at my dad and he'd chuckle along to himself.

I was also the youngest child, so when it came time to move out, it was particularly hard on us all. After they had helped me get settled in my new place, they departed, and I began sobbing, I grabbed my backpack to get my MP3 player and there in the pocket was one little green grape. I never thought one single grape would give me so much peace, but I couldn't help but laugh as I brushed the tears from my cheek.

It's small dumb little gestures like that that remind just how much my dad loves me and how he is willing to go to any odds to remind me that he cares for me.

—Clark M.

Courtesy of Tara P

I was terrified to come out to my dad. I just thought he would immediately be disgusted with me and wouldn't accept me.

I waited five years before I finally built up the courage to write him a heartfelt letter, hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. I just couldn't hold it in anymore. Of course, I waited another month to actually send the letter, but I finally emailed it to him one Saturday night.

The next morning I woke up with the kindest, most meaningful reply. I was so surprised and relieved I immediately burst into tears. He said that I was so brave, that he couldn't believe it took me that long to tell him, and that it changed absolutely nothing. He THEN called me a couple hours later to reiterate his point, and basically said, "Go live your life; I'm so proud of you."

—Tara P.

Every Sunday, back when my sister and I lived with my parents, he thought of a different recipe for risotto. What was even more special is that every time he called us to come eat, he'd be sitting down next to the radio and he'd choose an album/band/playlist that was special for that day in some way.

He never repeated the same music two weekends in a row. Heck, I can't even remember him repeating any music at all through all this years. I can vividly remember walking down to the living room and being highly anxious to find out the risotto flavor and music combo that was about to happen. It was something so simple yet so thoughtful and brought me immense joy every time.

—Paula M.

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