Friday, June 13, 2008

Memories, Sweet Memories

Good morning to all.

Let me start off by saying I've been pretty down in the dumps lately. Father's Day is this Sunday and my father is gone. It will be three years this Thanksgiving, and it occassionally feels like it was last week.

Please don't feel sorry for me, just bare with me while I go through some memories.

My father wasn't perfect. I try not to think about things that he did , because he is not here to defend himself. He was my daddy, and I loved him, although I'm sure there were times when I didn't like him very much. Every kid feels that way about a parent every now and then.
When he passed away my mom and I went through alot of heartache together that made us closer than ever.
So here are some memories, that made him daddy to me...

--the time I was around 5 years old and we went to a haunted house for Halloween. It wasn't supposed to be really scary, but when we got inside and stuff started grabbing at me and I was screaming bloody murder , my dad picked me up and instead of going forward to get out of the h.h, he told everyone to get out of his way he wanted out NOW, his little girl was terrified. He carried me out with my head buried in his jacket, crying.
He was my hero...

--the time I was at ice skating lessons and it was after practice, and he was skating too. I fell down spread-eagle in front of him, and to keep from hurting me he scissored over me , knicking my leg with the teeth of his ice skate ( it tore thru my jeans, leg warmers and socks and I have a scar to this day), but he would have hurt me alot worse if he had fallen on me...
He was my Guardian Angel...

-- all the times he came to see me in special events. At school, church or whatever. He wasn't a religious man, but my mom raised me in church and that was ok with him, but he did come to the Church when I was baptized, confirmed and made my first communion.
He was my cheerleader...

--playing bubble-gum poker with me and my friends when we were in Junior High/High School.
( my two best friends would spend the night, and he would stay up late with us playing poker with bubble gum, jolly ranchers and hersheys chocolates taking the place of poker chips; when he passed away, and my bestest friend in the whole world - Nikki- showed up , she asked me if she could place something in the coffin to be buried with him, curious I said yes. She laid a deck of cards and a bag of jolly ranchers in there...)
He was fun...

-- when I gave birth to Nicole, and he didn't know how I was doing, because he could hear me screaming, he was rushing down the hall trying to get into my room, he was scared that something bad was happening to me. ( this was particualrly hilarious because he was in his Jail guard uniform, gun and all, and came tearing up to maternity like a mad man, freaking all others out along the way. I'm sure someone thought someone was getting kidnapped, or murdered or that there was a psycho loose in the hospital , with him running to the ward like a crazy person)
He was my protector...

--On my wedding day , before he walked me up the aisle, telling me I was beautiful. ( let me just say I did not respond to that comment, as I was trying desperately to keep my makeup ON, not have it running down my face during the ceremony)
He was my father...

-- all the love he showed to Nicole, his only grand-child. How when my mom was still working and couldn't come to all of her little school programs and stuff , there was my dad, proud grandpa with the video cam, sitting in the front row.
He was my daughters papa...

--The wooden cradle and rocking horse he made Nicole before she was born
He was an artist...


Ok, I can't think of anymore atm, although I'm sure in 33 yrs there are a ton more. I can barely see the screen right now as I am crying as I type this. As soon as I'm done crying I'm sure I will feel a little better, but will be ok by Monday for sure.
After all , Nicole and I are making Chris breakfast and dinner on Sunday, so I have other things to think about:))


Love You Dad


P.S. This seems to be a pretty common theme today, although I didnt' mean for it to be, lol. Go check out Hallies blog post for today to see what I mean

8 comments:

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

What an amazing way to honor your Dad's memory.

Simply wonderful...

Hallie :)

noble pig said...

What a beautiful tribute. My father passed away 3 years ago and Father's Day is always hard too.

Love the Haunted house story.

The Brady's said...

That was beautiful! That's the best way you can remember them after their gone is with memories...Glad you shared!

jojo said...

Found my way over here from the Wwow and wanted to let you know that your post was just beautiful. What a sweet tribute to your dad. I've been missing my dad alot this week too. Had the car radio tuned to his favortie station so he could "ride" with me. Thanks for sharing your sweet memories.

jj

Michelle said...

That is so sweet. It brought tears to my eyes, too. It's so lovely how all the things you remember about him are things he did and are about him. So sorry that you lost him.

Coffee Bean said...

Those are lovely memories of your Dad! I'm glad that you shared them!

Nikki said...

Oh, BFF, I so remember those times with your Dad trying to teach us poker. During those times there was something else he had-the Patience of a Saint. Dealing with 3 giggly teenagers pumped up on a mega Pepsi and candy rush, don't know how he did it. I hope you had a good Father's Day and that your hubbie had a good one too!
Love ya!

Bogart in P Towne said...

Thanks for sharing...a very nice tribute.