Today I celebrate the life of my Dad who was taken from me too young and too soon. He was just 60 years old. Twenty one years ago today, my life was turned over. I celebrate his life today but I morn also. In some ways he lost his battle with life years before. Vodka took that away long before God took him. A beautiful man filled with a creative mind, a great sense of humor, and a wonderful love of his family.
I wish he was here to see me now. I've grown to be someone he would be proud of. I know that he would be proud of me, but not surprised. I know that he watches me from above and smiles at me. He would be so proud of my kids and would talk to everyone who would listen about what amazing adults they have become. He would see himself in me and I think he would wish that we could spend time together again.
Thank you Dad for coming to all my boring long swim meets. Thanks for going with me to Girl Scout camp and for buying me a horse and a horse trailer so we could go to horse shows and overnight trail rides together. You sacrificed so much to make me happy. Thank you for being so generous and loving. You were a good athlete too, Dad. I think I got that trait from you. I am tall and slim too, and I look a lot like you from the neck down. No boobs, great lungs, long legs. I look like Mom from the neck up and I have to laugh every time I see myself in the mirror. Yes, I look exactly like Mom. I am proud of that also. She is a beautiful woman and I love her so much. I am so glad that you too found each other and that I was born to both of you. How lucky is that?
I guess you know that I took care of Don when Pat died. It was something I needed to do for both him and me. It was special to spend time with him. You were lucky to have him as your brother. We had a lot of fun together and I felt so sad when Cancer took him away a few years ago.
You were my hero and you still are. Shawn and Wally got your creative traits. Both of them can fix or make anything. I on the other hand have no creative ability, but running and being outside is my passion.
Today I am running a 50K in memory of you. I will not cry, because crying and running don't really work together. I've tried that, and it really sucks. I will smile and know that you are watching me. Thanks Dad for everything good and bad that we shared together. It has made me the person that I am. I am strong and determined and will never forget you. RIP Dad. 12-10-1990.