I could not have asked for a better father, period. He was always very loving and very supportive no matter what my hair brain idea was. I simply had him wrapped around my finger so much, that I'm not sure if my mom found it endearing or annoying. I remember one time when I was probably four my grandparents came in from out of town and we took a trip to the local game farm. It was July or August and super hot and humid outside and you had to walk a really long way to see the bison display. I begged my dad to carry me to the exhibit saying that I didn't feel well. The back story is I was always begging to be carried, I was L-A-Z-Y.
|Proof I was always on his shoulders.|
I remained the center of his world until 2000 when I gave him the best gift ever (and lost my top dog status just slightly) my daughter was born.
It breaks my heart that he is gone and the things he has missed. Energy can neither be destroyed or created. I believe that he still lets us know he is around.
One of the last conversations we had was about getting a pool and after he passed we did purchase one. We were in the process of setting it up and I was feeling sorry for myself. I looked up at the open door of my dad's outbuilding and noticed for the first time something I had not seen before.
In the center of the door he had spray painted a smiley face.
While going through pictures to have at his viewing I ran across a picture from a Christmas when I was smaller. I never quite understood the picture. No one was looking at the camera, the grown ups where talking and dad was doing something but I had never paid attention to what. In that moment I finally saw it.
Flying through the air straight for my mother's head was a wrapping paper ball. I miss his since of humor and joking. Always remember to laugh.
I just wanted to take a few minuets to recognize him on a day that hurts. Those that knew him would tell you what a great person he was. He was not showy and did not need recognition for the things he did. He was one of the few people that just didn't complain. He was simply put, love.
One last thing, after everything had happen, I got a chance to go through his camera and look at pictures he had taken. I realized he was giving me some very important advice through the things he had seen. It's the simplest moments we should notice, in its own way, everything is beautiful.
I love you and miss you very much, Dad!