Missing my Dad

I miss you Dad

Dad's been gone Five years now and I still miss him but we remember him every year on his birthday the thing I learned about death is the pain never goes away but it does get better.There are so many fun times I spent with my Father ,like the time the dog took his napkin and we had to corner her on the couch to get it back.Or the time he tried to get rid of the weeds in his driveway and instead of using Ortho he decided to take a flame thrower to the weeds,it looked like he tried to sacrifice it to the Gods.

My Dad had his good points and once he gave up alchohol he was a nicer guy,he and I repaired the bond we had as Father and Daughter.We would even take trips together up North to Naubinway.But when he became ill I was devestated ,it made me realize time is short.We would spend every week together ,I still remember the last day we spent together before he had an aneurysm .The dog had a bathroom accident in the livingroom and when I told him he had just fallen asleep in the chair and as soon as he realized I was serious ,he flew out of that Lazyboy chair.

And I like to remember how Dad dragged me all the way to" Dewitt Meijers" for Oatmeal cookies,because Dad didn't like any raisins or chocolate chips in his cookies and he had to have mint chocolate chip flavored drumsticks.And now everytime my Mom drives me by Dad's old house it tugs at my heart knowing someone else is making memories in there.Gone are the days of Dad and I waking to "Nip and Sip" and "Olympic Broil".

I visit Dad every so often in the cemetary ,it makes me feel closer to his memory.I got along better with Dad then my Mother.My Dad was my best friend and he was my hero and my champion.Once on my 29th birthday ,Dad brought me Mcdonald's after a hard days work .He was just that kind of Dad,and I miss him terribly.But I have so many wonderful memories,it was sad when I had to visit him in the Hospital and realize his mind wasn't cognitively there anymore .It scared me when he almost died a few weeks later.It was a far cry from the man who wanted to make the Army his career and took my Mom and I from Michigan to Tennessee to Germany and back to Michigan again while he spent some time in a Military Hospital.

It hurts me sometimes to think about my Dad sometimes because my Mom just doesn't care and she wants to act like Dad never existed.But I don't care my Dad was the best most amazing person in the whole world and we loved Hawaiian Pizza.Every summer we would sit in his garage and listen to Pink Floyd and play ball at Gier Park,and he loved to golf in the field near his house even when the grass grew as tall as the trees.And Dad was artistically talented he loved to draw,when I cleaned out his house I found tons of graphing pads and markers.His favorite was Opp Art ,I used to hang his drawings on my walls .

And eventhough I didn't like to I would go with Dad to see my Grandma Bev's relatives,there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for my Dad.Thanksgiving was our favorite Holiday eventhough Dad cooked Pizza the first two years he was in my late Grandparents house ,because we were with each other and that's all that mattered.And just like Dad I am an avid coffee drinker ,I think I inhereited alot of traits from my Father and I'm proud of that.

A father's love is extremely precious and eventhough Dad is gone his love is still with me.I wish I could've taken his house but there were too many memories.