Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of the passing of my dad. The last five or six years of his life were very difficult on our relationship. He was very sick and angry at the world and the body that he felt betrayed him. Of course, the ones who we are closest to are the ones who bear the brunt of our anger and my father was no exception. It made the last few years of our relationship very difficult. But time heals some of the pain and as of today that will not be the Scottie B I choose to remember. Instead, I will choose to remember the man who was able to maintain his newfound sobriety after his beloved wife died and tackle the challenges of raising a three year old and a six year old as a single father. He was able to maintain that sobriety for the next 35 years, an accomplishment that never ceases to amaze me. I will remember the man who chaperoned my class trips with the other mothers. I will remember the man who was determined that I would become top cookie seller in my Girl Scout troop, even though he had to buy them all because we never went back to deliver them! I will remember the man who sewed my cheerleading emblem on every week, and attended every single activity that I was involved in. Scottie happily sat through all of my ballet recitals....all three days...three hours each night, for years. I will remember the man who insisted on getting me the prom dress I had my eye on from Seventeen Magazine for my Junior Prom. I knew he couldnt afford it, but he insisted that I deserved it. I will remember the man who would come to Dads Weekend when I was in college and take 5 of his daughters out with us so we could all get into the bars and have the best time! I Will remember the man who encouraged me to always go new places and try new things. Even when I would call him crying on Christmas when I was in graduate school because I couldnt be home, he would always say you might as well go have some fun......and I always took his advice! I will remember the man who planned my wedding with me. We may not have had an eye for detail, but we sure had an eye for fun! He was at the hospital for the birth of all three of my beautiful children. When he finally quit smoking, he told me he had to live a long time because he was sure Max would need him to bail him out of jail......any kid that sweet was bound to have a crazy side! I will forever remember the man I called my best friend for most of my life. The man I would call if I had good news or if someone had broken my heart. The man I had invited to my bridal shower and my bachelorette party. I miss him and the fun we had. He was by no means perfect, but he was the only person in this world who actually believed I was. And I will choose to remember the amazing times we did have and not the harder times toward the end. Im glad that I could take care of him and I know that he is having the best time with his friends, family and especially his beloved Mary.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 03:24:26 +0000
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