Daddy

Since today is Father's Day, I wanted to pay tribute to my Dad. Looking back, I can't ever remember celebrating Father's Day. I'm sure I did, but I haven't in the past 14 years.

My Dad was the best. I was definitely a daddy's girl growing up. He could do no wrong. I remember he used to always make me laugh. When we would go out to eat Mexican food, he would pretend to pass gas and I would laugh till I cried. I'm sure we really embarrassed Mom.

I remember he would take off his socks at night, roll them up, and try to hit me with them as I ran back and forth through the living room. I know for sure that Mom hated that. We used to get yelled at all the time, but it didn't stop us.

I remember looking up to my Dad. He was the coolest person I knew, and I felt like he could do anything. He could jump fences, scare people with his driving, build things, and he had a way with people. He never met a stranger, and he was the best story teller.

There are a lot of things I miss. And there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him. I wish he could have been around long enough to see the person I've become. If he was still around I imagine we would sit around talking about music, laughing and drinking beer together. I just wish I could tell him how much I love him and how much he meant to me and give him a hug just one last time.

So this day is for my Daddy. I am who I am because of him, and I am forever grateful for that. I love you Daddy!