Before I jump back into the blogging world and start writing to you, blog buddy, about my woes of social networking and my adventures in Etsy Land, I thought I should take a moment and pay tribute to my dad who passed away a few weeks ago. He was the definition of a good man, completely irreplaceable and one of a kind. He will always be missed. This one's for you dad....
My dad was not like other dads.
When other families went to the Jersey Shore for the summer, we were on the battlefields of Gettysburg learning about the history of the Civil War.
He played with us when we were kids and played with us like a kid.
He was a musician and passed on his love for music. I can remember being very young and in the back seat of our car. Anytime Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" would come on the radio he would poke our knees, turn up the volume and sing in full-on falsetto, "Ghalileo,Ghalileo, let me go!!!"
He got me into the Lord of the Rings before it was "cool" and before they were movies and used to drop notes into my lunch and sign them not “Gandalf” but “Dadalf."
But most importantly, my dad always put others before himself.
He would do anything that you asked of him.
He would do anything that you asked of him and without hesitation.
He jumped at the opportunity to make others happy and at all times.
He would do anything you asked, even if he didn’t really want or like to do it.
He would do anything that you asked of him.
He would do anything that you asked of him and without hesitation.
He jumped at the opportunity to make others happy and at all times.
He would do anything you asked, even if he didn’t really want or like to do it.
He would do anything that you asked, even if he
was having a hard day.
He would do anything that you asked, even if you didn’t deserve it.
During one of my teenage moments, I had a tantrum when we got back home from McDonald's and I realized that they had forgotten to include the sauce for my nuggets. My dad went directly back in the car, drove to that same McDonalds and got me the sauce that I wanted. That’s the kind of dad I had.
And he would do anything you asked even when he wasn’t feeling so good, which was quite often in the past few months.
He would do anything that you asked, even if you didn’t deserve it.
During one of my teenage moments, I had a tantrum when we got back home from McDonald's and I realized that they had forgotten to include the sauce for my nuggets. My dad went directly back in the car, drove to that same McDonalds and got me the sauce that I wanted. That’s the kind of dad I had.
And he would do anything you asked even when he wasn’t feeling so good, which was quite often in the past few months.
Ya know, my dad was always talking about the Powerball lottery and liked to tell me that you had to be “in it, to win it.” He talked about how he wanted one
of us to win the jackpot. He would daydream about what he would do with the money and asked what we would do with our winnings.
But what he never realized, is that by having him as our dad, we had already won the jackpot.
Love you, Dad.
But what he never realized, is that by having him as our dad, we had already won the jackpot.
Love you, Dad.
Carolyn, I remember meeting your dad when we were in college. I remember him being one of the happiest, most joyful people I have ever met...just by seeing you walk through the door. Men like your dad are very rare. I have no doubt that his jackpot was being your dad.
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I forgot that you had met him in college. Thanks for the kind words Val!
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