My dad was a hard working man. He worked into his 70s just to make sure his wife, my mom had enough to live on incase he passed before she did. Which is what happened. He passed away this month 10 years ago I think. It is weird I cant remember how long ago it was. My parents lived in an apartment for many, many years. He drove up and down highway 495 for as many years as he worked. Its a packed bumper to bumper traffic every day. Seeing him come home exhausted almost every night was hard. But he was happy to do it. Thats what amazed me. He didnt complain, except for maybe a bad driver pulling a stunt, thats it. When my father finally retired at 73, they moved to house in the country. My father called it his piece of heaven. He loved it there. Always working out in the yard no matter what the weather and happy to do it. Their house was lovely with all my moms colonial touches. When he acquired my old dog Goldie (she couldnt go up and down the stairs much anymore) those two were inseparable. It was a sight to see. If he went to the bathroom she did, if he drove in the car, she did. Heck one time he took her to the store left the car running with the air conditioner on and I said dad you gonna leave the car running? Yes of course I am he said. Who in their right mind is going to stick their hand in a car with her, shes a pitbull. Good point!! LOL! I used to call my parents almost every single day and visited them almost every Sunday. After my father died I made a point to call my mother every day, I only missed a one or two days here or there. I went to see her often each month. But those circumstances have changed due to family interference and other reasons. My parents at times struggled financially and my father always took a second job to make ends meet. He never got hand outs from anyone ever!!! He believed in working for everything he got because there was no one there to help him if he needed it. I was proud of my father for that. Right before my father pasted away, he came over and helped build a shelving unit for me. He wasnt well but I didnt no how bad he really was. I told my dad to go see the doctor right away. I asked my husband to go out and finished it and send him in. He came as jolly as ever and drank some ice tea then headed home. That week he went down to my brothers house for thanksgiving. That whole week I tried to get ahold of him on the phone but for some reason I could not. I was worried, I new something was wrong. But not getting him on the phone, just to hear his voice, upset me. The day after thanksgiving my father pasted. I never got to speak to him again. I think that broke my heart more than him passing almost. But what I remember mostly is how he was so willing to help anyone and how he LOVED kids, and he was almost always happy and laughing about something. He told silly jokes too! Oh how I miss him, how I wish he were here. I know none of the crap that is happening in this family now would be going on, he would make sure of that. You are so missed daddy! There are no words that can express my heart ache. See you on the other side. Kiss Goldie and Lexi for me and Grandpa and Grandma too! Love, Cathy
Posted on: Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:02:36 +0000
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