4 years later...

I know I am a month late on this post. But wow. It's already been 4 years since I lost my daddy. I dont know where all the time has gone. I miss him so incredibly much. Yes, life has gotten a bit easier, but there are still those days that I go to call him or wish I could ask him something. Those moments always bring tears to my eyes. 

I dont even really know what to say for this post. Memories flood my mind as I think of him and all he meant to me and my family. I know he loved us more than anything. It showed in how hard he worked for us and how he was always there for us. I think I'll share a few memories:D 

One of my favorite memories of my dad from when I was younger was when he was teaching me how to drive. He was always a jokster. Well, I wasnt even old enough to drive yet- didnt have my permit or anything! He pulls over one day and tells me to get in the drivers side and lets me drive the short distance the rest of the way home. Well I didnt know much about driving or cars or anything. But I did know the emergency brake would stop the car. Well jokingly he screams and yanks it up. I started freaking out and he's just laughing and laughing. It was broken and the brake didnt work (probably not safe to drive it, lol). He thought it was HILARIOUS. I punched him in the arm. haha. But I did a good job driving us the rest of the way home! I'll always remember that because I thought my dad was so cool for letting me drive. haha 

After he got sick, one of my favorite things to do when I went to visit him was to go sit on the patio with him and talk about winning the lottery. My dad always had such big ideas and big dreams. We would talk about how much the winner would get that week and if won, what we would do with it. It was always fun to dream like that with him. 

Another favorite memory from after he got sick involved both me and John going to visit him. We would pick him up sometimes and take him to see a movie. Well, one time, John met me at the nursing home and he had driven his Firebird. Dad didnt want to get in my car. He wanted to ride in Johns shiny red Firebird! haha. The car had T-tops and John and had put in a sound system. Well dad wanted the t-tops off and the music cranked up. I had to drive separately because we all wouldnt fit in the car, but it was worth it. I know he LOVED that trip. And it really swells my heart because I had such an amazing boyfriend in John at the time (still do :D). He was always so so so good to my dad. It was really nice of John to do that for him. 

Anyway, I think I'll start sharing more memories of him. I like to think about him and I have this fear that one day I wont remember much. It might be irrational, but I think it would still be nice to put some memories in writing :D So I think I will try to start doing that.

With our crazy schedules, all of us have not been able to do our "daddy day" this year yet. Hopefully we can do it soon though. I did want to share some pictures of us as I was growing up. I need to find more :D 

I love and miss you daddy. 

Love, your girl :D