If roses grow in heaven Lord pick a bunch for me. Place them in my dad's arms and tell him they're from me. Tell him that I love and miss him, and when he turns to smile, place a kiss upon his cheek and hold him for awhile.....
This is a young picture of my dad. He has to be the most interesting person I have ever known. Never a dull moment in our household. He left this world in 1998 and life has never been the same.
I called my dad every day. Any decision, big or small had to be talked over with him. I was a daddy's girl for sure and I wanted his approval and love more than anything.
I have many memories of him - here is one lesson he taught me.
I called my dad every day. Any decision, big or small had to be talked over with him. I was a daddy's girl for sure and I wanted his approval and love more than anything.
I have many memories of him - here is one lesson he taught me.
I was in 5th grade. Sherry was in my class at school and she was the neighborhood bully. Big time bully - she would chew you up and spit you out and I became her target. Sherry took my lunch money, ice cream money, and tore up my homework. I was terrified of her. She lived in my neighborhood and she had a posse. She would bring a couple of kids with her to terrorize me. Many days after school she would call me to say she was coming after me. In those days, there was one huge black phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen and everybody in the house knew your business.
Sherry always wanted me to come to the end of my driveway, out of my yard to 'fight'. This particular day, my dad must have heard me stammering around with her and he said "Tell her to come on, you will be there". In a few minutes, I could see Sherry walking down the road towards my house. Daddy told me to march myself up that driveway and face her. He told me he would be watching out for me and if I needed him, he would be there. He had my back! If I could let her know I wasn't afraid of her, she would leave me alone. I did it, and Sherry for the most part, left me alone.
It has been 45 years and I still remember Sherry. (I cannot devulge her last name for fear that she may see this, recognize me, drag me away from this computer, and beat the crap out of me.)
I have remembered my dad's words all throughout my life. Face up to your problems, he told me.
Sherry always wanted me to come to the end of my driveway, out of my yard to 'fight'. This particular day, my dad must have heard me stammering around with her and he said "Tell her to come on, you will be there". In a few minutes, I could see Sherry walking down the road towards my house. Daddy told me to march myself up that driveway and face her. He told me he would be watching out for me and if I needed him, he would be there. He had my back! If I could let her know I wasn't afraid of her, she would leave me alone. I did it, and Sherry for the most part, left me alone.
It has been 45 years and I still remember Sherry. (I cannot devulge her last name for fear that she may see this, recognize me, drag me away from this computer, and beat the crap out of me.)
I have remembered my dad's words all throughout my life. Face up to your problems, he told me.
Thanks dad. Happy Fathers Day. I miss you every day.
One more thing about Sherry. My sister tells me she works at a law enforcement office. She is fat. And ugly. And her momma wears army boots.