So Father's Day was yesterday. I'm a little behind it seems, but here's my Father's Day post. Yesterday I didn't have complete access to the computer since my step-kids were at the house, so here it is today.
This photo up above was taken around 1974 or 1975. That's Dad, Me and my brother Mike on Christmas morning. Check out that sweet moustache and those Elvis sideburns. The photo I wanted to use for this post was one of Dad with those same sideburns but shorter hair, looking terribly cool in a tight black tshirt, and me sitting in my toy Mustang. Unfortunately that photo was giving me fits and wouldn't load properly. So you get the moustache photo instead.
Dad passed away in 1991 at the age of 47 and I miss him terribly. I think about him often. Just about every day, to be honest. I think of him in good times (like my wedding) and in bad (right now, searching for a job). While shopping during the holidays I sometimes stumble across something that would be the perfect gift for him. I did the same thing this year, for Father's Day. It was a Father's Day Astros tshirt. My love of baseball has roots planted by Dad.
Happy Father's Day, Dad.
I decided to also include a couple of shots of my better half, sporting his Father's Day gift yesterday. My step kids and I headed to the mall Saturday (ick) to pick out something. They like to go into this sports shop at the mall for his gifts. You see, the man I married is also a baseball fan. His team is the NY Yankees. Here he is sporting his gift. Look how happy he is!
And here's the best part.
I think we did a pretty good job this year.
I've somewhat recently taken to referring to Amos as "Dad" when the kids are around. But only when they are with us. As in "Hey, let's help Dad clean the yard." Or "Do you think Dad will like this gift?" It kind of seems right, but occasionally does feel a bit odd rolling off my tongue. He's not my dad. My daddy was Jimmy Lee, who died 19 years ago. But he is their dad, and just like my mom did with my own father, I call him Dad.
And he's a very good one.
It isn't weird at all. My grandparents who we refer to as "gram and pop" all my life EVERYONE calls them by gram and pop. They even refereed to each other as that. It is almost like once you are a parent or grandparents that is it. You are forever that title. I even put Pop in the obituary.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Hillary! We are so silly that we talk to the kitties and call each other Mommy and Daddy to them! They are my babies.
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