Some people might think that this first song playing is a little 'hokey'. It won't be on here forever, however it will be on here for the next week or so...Give me a minute and I'll explain. If you don't want to cry today, then maybe you should hit the back button and check out some other blogs.
I'm doing this post a little early, because I know I won't have time on Friday to give it justice.
June 24. sigh. 15 years ago, on Friday, my dad had a massive heart attack and left us way too early. Cody was mowing yards, my dad was playing golf with his best buddies, and my mom and I were going to see a movie, 'Baby's Day Out'. Yes, I remember the movie. I remember that day like it was yesterday. For some of you, this may be more than you want to know about my life...but you know how I like to use this blog as my therapy...but I also would like to make a book out of it one day for Trey and Emery. Ahem, back on topic. As my mom and I were pulling out of the drive way for the movie, my dad was pulling in. In his forest green Ford Taurus SHO. I told you I remembered...anyway, the windows were rolled down and I think the whole street could hear the music blaring, 'I Saw the Light'. See the connection now? That was the last time I saw my dad. (However, if you hit next over there on my music player...go ahead, I'll wait... I think that would be his new anthem.)
Stuff I remember? I remember the one time he was supposed to give me a spanking, notice the word supposed? I was daddy's girl. I remember how happy he was when Nana (his mom) ran over the Christmas lights in the drive way. I remember he and I having snowball fights in Illinois. I remember knowing if I was having a good game if he was still there after half time. I remember how he would roll the windows down at the beach and blare the Beach Boys, and how Cody and I would sink down to the floor boards in order to not be seen! Here's the best story: I stayed home sick from school one day, right before Christmas break...I stumbled upon QVC and saw this bear holding a camera. I called my mom...she said NO. I called dad...SCORE! Daddy's girl.
My dad pushed me hard when it came to sports. Man, we had some knock down drag outs. One time we went three days with out talking. Not. one. word. In not so many words, he told me 20 points wasn't good enough in a junior high basketball game. He later apologized, remember...I was daddy's girl. As I went thru college, I often wondered what he thought. If he was proud? When I couldn't go any more, he made me go more...even though he wasn't there. Does that make sense? In October, I'm being inducted into the SFA Sports Hall of Fame. I cried when I got the letter. Why? I'm pretty sure he's proud now. I'm pretty sure he'll be there with me, when I'm nervous as all get out on the 50 yard line during the football game.
The only time I find myself sad...is when I watch Trey and Emery. They would have him wrapped around every finger! Enough of the sad stuff...I know he watches over us, and knows everything that goes on. Let's go to the pictures!
last year for Veterans Day...