Dad

Last Sunday was Fathers Day, and then June 21^st was Dad’s birthday.  He’s been on my mind.  About 1:00am on Sunday,  I picked up some people from the airport and took them to the hotel.  One of the men was older, and used a walker, so I did my best to get him on the coach and off with as much care as I could.  His son said” Thank you!  You are so nice, you didn’t have to do that!”  I said, “My daddy used one of those, so I know how it goes..”  And as they walked away, I got all teary.  I shut my bay doors, and got on the coach, blinking away the tears.  It’s not often that I “miss” my dad, because he’s in a much better place now, but memories of him sometimes hit me like a ton of bricks.

• Wheelbarrow rides, picking wildflowers, hoeing in the garden
• Amazing wrapping paper, and little presents on special days
• Cookies, and pies, and goodies
•  Stilt houses, and whistling
• Naps in the sun, picking raspberries

The list goes on and on….I ran across a song that expresses just how I feel about Dad being gone..Petrified by Ellem. I miss you, Daddy.

I'm ready for the heartache
I'm ready for my world to break
I know I'm in for tears
There will be days when I want to disappear

But I'll keep moving on
'Cause I know inside that's what you want
But there's one thing I just can't take yet
It's what I'll do if I ever I forget

Been stocking up on your stories
And I'll be saving all the things you gave to me
But the one thing that I'm scared I can't keep
It's the part that means the most to me

So keep the pace up
Don't let the music stop
'Cause if I think to much
My everything just drops
And I want to breathe you in 'til I turn blue
I want to bottle all the words you use
I really don't know what I'll do

I'm petrified of the day
When I can't picture your face
When I can't recall hear in my head
All the words you would surely have said
I don't know what I'll do
What I'll do
I don't know what I'll do  
When I can't remember all of you