Sunday, June 15, 2014
You may drive me crazy with Rush Limbaugh and Bill O'Reilly.
But you're still my dad.
When I was newly home, you checked on me in my crib, often, to make sure that your little preemie was still breathing. I picture that and love fills my heart.
53 years later, you comforted me when mom was very badly off in the hospital. I was trying to be strong, for you, and I fell apart. You helped me pick up the pieces.
I know you have a sweet and loving side of you though you don't show it often. I go ahead and give you a big ol' hug even though it causes your whole body to go stiff.
You did your level best at being a good, responsible father. You gave us the best life you knew how to give. You wanted us to have a life that was stable, with parents who could be counted on. You did that.
I love you.