While trying to create this blog today, I came across this amazing video. So I sat and watched then cried. It is always hard on Father’s Day for me personally as my father passed away a few years ago. There are so many things I wish I had said if I had known it would have been the last time I saw him. I grew up daddy’s little girl, I always ran to him when my mom said no. Did it work? No, my dad knew better. But I could always try. My dad was such a hard worker, I don’t remember a time when I was younger that he wasn’t doing anything. When I remember my dad as a kid, I remember him wearing a white shirt, blue jean shorts, beige leather tool belt and his buddy holly glasses on. Oh, and I forgot a cigar in his mouth. There are many photos of this look tucked away. It is a memory that will stay with me forever.
He was a workaholic, but also an alcoholic. He didn’t drink in mass amounts, never missed a day of work because of it. Just happened to like drinking after work. This choice played a huge part in losing my dad so early. But no matter what, he always found time to make it to my hockey games or my brothers. My dad wasn’t perfect, but he tried hard to provide and support us no matter what cards were handed to him. There were so many times when we would sit and argue back and forth about nothing. My mom says my son and I are identical to my dad and I. I laugh and say I’m not, but silently I agree. My dad and I never sat down and talked about anything serious, I always and still go to my mom for those. But we could talk about nothing for hours with some arguing along the way.
One of the biggest things we would argue about was food. Yes, I know not usually something to argue about. But growing up I was the pickiest eater, and my dad was a great cook. He loved watching cooking shows, then trying out the recipe for us. I think back on all the times that I gagged, or flat out refused to try things… Years after his death, I went to cooking school. I am not even sure I could picture his face if I had told him that in person. He wouldn’t have believed me. His recipes live on and I am happy to say I love almost all of them.
When we lost my dad, it was unexpected. The last time I spoke to him, we were arguing and laughing about the paramedics having to lift him onto the gurney if he didn’t get up. I am glad that I got to see him before he passed even if I didn’t know it was going to be the last time. I will remember his laugh even when he was in pain.
So here we are again, I suggest you watch the video as it packs a punch.
This Father’s Day, honor those fathers out there that care, support and teach us every day. Take the time to tell them how you feel and make sure you, ask what you want to know cause you never know when it could be the last.