My Daddy
August 20, 1993, was the day I was shoved into adulthood. It was the day my daddy died.
He died from a Pulmonary Embolism 2 weeks after Back Surgery. My mother couldn't work and my sister still had a year left in college, so that left me as the only person making money in our family. It was a rude awakening for me as I never had a lot of responsbilites up to that day. But I like to think my daddy had prepared me well for that day.
My daddy was the man who....
...could always make me laugh by rubbing my little foot against his rough beard
...could fix anything with just a hanger, duct tape and a tin can
...knew the medicinal value of chocolate chip cookies
...let you make mistakes so you could learn from them
...secretly played with the dog even though he said he didn't like the dog
...knew the words "I'm disappointed in you" were more punishment than anything else
...made sure his daughters knew how to mow the grass, fix cars and change tires, and made sure they wer
educated and independant so they didn't have to depend on any man to live
...loved nothing better on a saturday then to sit with his daughters and watch sports all day
...was smarter and more wise than he let most people know
...teared up during the Star Spangled Banner every time and was born on the 4th of July.
My daddy, the man who, even though he wasn't at either of his daughters weddings gave them both presents of beautiful, sunny, cloudless, warm days to get married on.
My daddy, my hero, my cheerleader, my teacher and inspiration.
I miss you daddy
July 4, 1940 - August 20, 1993