according to gillette I should write something about my dad.. something good. I'll write a few tidbits.
My dad almost delivered me. My mom had quick labors and he had to scream for a nurse to come in because I was like *right* there. I ended up being delivered by a nurse. I think it would have been very cool to be delivered by him.
My dad never much listened to music until I started listening (don't laugh) to country. Then he admitted he always had a love for country music. The poor guy couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but I think that just made listening to him sing that much endearing.
My dad loved taking me to the hardware store. We'd always go together. He was sad when I started having boyfriends because I didn't spend as much time with him.
When my dad was sick in the hospital I'd take medical tape and handiwipes and all sorts of fun stuff from the cabinet claiming "we pay for it anyway" It never failed that I got a good smile, if not a chuckle from him (he always did the same thing in his healthy days).
He made up silly songs all the time. They never rhymed but were always goony.
I was the last person my dad called out to before he died.
My dad used to lay on the couch on his side. I would lay on top of his side on my side. Kinda hard to visualize but it was cute as hell.
I knew how to work the man. We'd be shopping and it never failed.. he'd say I could have something and I couldn't choose between two things ::wink wink:: so he'd always end up getting me both ::snicker::
We had such an amazing friendship. Once I started working we were able to borrow money from eachother. It was nice to know that we relied on eachother for those things.
I love that we look so similar. There was a particular age we looked bizarrely alike. 17. I had a picture (gone now) where I was the same age as he was when he graduated and we looked almost identical. Creepy.
My dad took me on my first fishing trip when I was like 4 or 5. He let me catch more than my limit. I remember having such happy feelings that day.
I love that I earned his trust. I was allowed to take the family van camping (I drove the van before my older brothers were allowed to). I'd borrow money with payment plans (like for my computer and such). I was allowed out at all hours. He trusted me to drink responsibly (and this was before I was 21) and I never betrayed that trust.
He always bought me granny smith apples, even after I stopped liking them. I felt guitly and couldn't tell him I didn't like them anymore. I eventually did and he had a sad puppy look on his face.. That ate me up.
When he was sick he bought some herbal stuff off of the internet that I found because I was convinced it would make it better.. it tasted like crap but he drank it anyway.
My dad was my best friend.
I don't believe he is gone. I think its impossible to be gone. Our souls... our very brainwaves are made up of energy. Energy does not go away, it changes shape. Also, I believe in reincarnation.. I have definate thoughts about where he went but I'm certain I'd be viewed as crazy if I went into detail. However I'll tell you now, I'm sure I've known my dad over many lifetimes.
I sure miss him.
My dad almost delivered me. My mom had quick labors and he had to scream for a nurse to come in because I was like *right* there. I ended up being delivered by a nurse. I think it would have been very cool to be delivered by him.
My dad never much listened to music until I started listening (don't laugh) to country. Then he admitted he always had a love for country music. The poor guy couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but I think that just made listening to him sing that much endearing.
My dad loved taking me to the hardware store. We'd always go together. He was sad when I started having boyfriends because I didn't spend as much time with him.
When my dad was sick in the hospital I'd take medical tape and handiwipes and all sorts of fun stuff from the cabinet claiming "we pay for it anyway" It never failed that I got a good smile, if not a chuckle from him (he always did the same thing in his healthy days).
He made up silly songs all the time. They never rhymed but were always goony.
I was the last person my dad called out to before he died.
My dad used to lay on the couch on his side. I would lay on top of his side on my side. Kinda hard to visualize but it was cute as hell.
I knew how to work the man. We'd be shopping and it never failed.. he'd say I could have something and I couldn't choose between two things ::wink wink:: so he'd always end up getting me both ::snicker::
We had such an amazing friendship. Once I started working we were able to borrow money from eachother. It was nice to know that we relied on eachother for those things.
I love that we look so similar. There was a particular age we looked bizarrely alike. 17. I had a picture (gone now) where I was the same age as he was when he graduated and we looked almost identical. Creepy.
My dad took me on my first fishing trip when I was like 4 or 5. He let me catch more than my limit. I remember having such happy feelings that day.
I love that I earned his trust. I was allowed to take the family van camping (I drove the van before my older brothers were allowed to). I'd borrow money with payment plans (like for my computer and such). I was allowed out at all hours. He trusted me to drink responsibly (and this was before I was 21) and I never betrayed that trust.
He always bought me granny smith apples, even after I stopped liking them. I felt guitly and couldn't tell him I didn't like them anymore. I eventually did and he had a sad puppy look on his face.. That ate me up.
When he was sick he bought some herbal stuff off of the internet that I found because I was convinced it would make it better.. it tasted like crap but he drank it anyway.
My dad was my best friend.
I don't believe he is gone. I think its impossible to be gone. Our souls... our very brainwaves are made up of energy. Energy does not go away, it changes shape. Also, I believe in reincarnation.. I have definate thoughts about where he went but I'm certain I'd be viewed as crazy if I went into detail. However I'll tell you now, I'm sure I've known my dad over many lifetimes.
I sure miss him.
Look at me I'm teary eyed....
Take care Jo...
Alx
i will think of your dad every time i got to the produce aisle or hardware store, and you know, my kitty sophie sleeps on my side the way you describe.
with great affection