♥~Fathers Day~♥

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Yes, that is my Dad in the top of my blog this month. He was pretty darn good looking, wasn't he? Last month I wrote a little about him. He has been gone for 17 years but it doesn't seem that long ago, really. He didn't enjoy the latter part of his life at all. He couldn't do anything he really wanted to because of health issues. He started smoking when he was like 15 or so. He did quit in the latter part of his life but I know he was sneaking a few cigars at the end. And I don't blame him for that. Live a little and enjoy. He had bacon and eggs for breakfast every morning for his breakfast, too. So he had heart problems that led to his not being able to walk very much, etc. Then he had lung cancer from all that smoking. He ended his life on his own, in his own way. And I have never blamed him for that. I would have done the same thing. If you can't enjoy life, why take up space? 

My Dad was stubborn & hard headed. I take after my Dad which I wish I didn't in this case. My dear husband is always telling me, "You're just like your Dad."

My Dad didn't like a lot of social life and I take after him in that way, too. Mom loved being around a lot of people and was very social. I wish I were. And that makes it hard for me at times. I am not good at going up to a stranger and starting a conversation. I just can't do it.

Dad taught me to stick up for myself. He always said "If you don't stick up for yourself, no one else will." And how true that is.

I was a tomboy. I hayed with my Dad because I was a strong farm girl. I remember him bragging about how good I did on the hay wagon piling the hay bales. After I got married I went deer hunting several times with my husband and Dad. I thought that was pretty cool. I rode dirt bikes with my Dad and family. I rode street bikes with my Dad. I know how hard it was for him when he had to quit riding. Boy, do I know! It was so hard for me to hang up my helmet. I rode the through the summer I was 71 and it took me 3 years before I could sell my bike!

I hope that you can be with your Father this next Sunday, but if you can't, call him or write to him, let him know you love him. If your Father is gone, like mine is...think about him. Life is so short and goes by so quickly.

 

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