!Good Night!
This is my handsome dad and my beautiful mom on their wedding day.
Here’s my dad holding me for the first time.
He was 30 years old when I was born. I turn 30 tomorrow.
Today marks 11 years without him. He was 49 years old when he passed.
I miss him so much. I wish my husband could meet him. I wish my children could be held by him. I wish my mom still had him as her companion. I wish he were still around to father my brothers. I wish I could still get tax advice from him.
I often think of my dad and what he would say to me when I make good or bad choices. One of his most used expressions when he was upset was, “Good night!” You’d have to hear him say it. It was his form of swearing. My dad drove the speed limits, always. My dad loved watching sports, all sports, whenever he could. My dad was honest, so honest it got him in trouble. My dad regularly had flowers delivered to my mom. He’d send her 8 yellow flowers and one pink one to represent their 8 sons and one daughter. My dad was a business owner, a church leader, a community volunteer, a wannabe golfer, a sunflower seed lover, a popcorn chef, a scripture reader, and a family man.
I think about how I’d spend my life if I were only allowed to remain on this earth until I was 49. That’s only 19 years away. I want my dad to be proud of me. When I finally see him again in the eternities, I want a big hug and him to tell me he was always watching because I’m certain he must be.
I love you Dad.
6 comments:
Very nice post. I'm sorry that you lost your dad at such a young age. Now that I'm thinking about it, I've never met him over at your house ... just your mom and other family members. Guess I never thought about it or assumed it was working or something. I imagine that he's totally beaming & filled with joy because of the choices you've made and your beautiful little family. :) On a lighter note, my grandpa used to always say Good Night too. Kinda funny. :)
I love the post. I share your feelings. My Dad died Oct 8th and October will never be the same. I notice though as time goes by I have been able to remember the better times more than the painful sick times. Your Dad sounds like a great family guy and I do know he has met every single one of your babies before you even did. They were meant to be yours and he shared that with you on the other side. My Brae loves to hear stories about Papa and look at pictures of him cause she will be the one to tell her children about him. And again just wanted to say I loved the post. :)
Wow I didn't realize you lost your dad at such a young age. That must have been (and still be) so difficult. Losing my own Dad has been on my mind a lot in recent years since he is older (he is 78 & I am 30 too). I can't imagine life without him, though I know I won't have him for too many more years. I guess life just continues on and you're forced to continue with it. Won't it be wonderful when the time comes for all of us to be reunited with our loved ones. Hope it comes sooner than later...
What a great post to your dad. He was so young...
I LOVED reading that he had flowers delievered to your mom, and to even personalize it with the 8 yellow and 1 pink one. Sounds like you are one lucky girl.
I am sure he is waiting for that big hug too.
Emrie, I'll forever remember 11 years ago for you and your family. I didn't realize it has been 11 years already. I love you and I know your dad is so proud of you, and has been with your little babies in heaven before they came into yours and Luke's arms. I always thought it was so cool how you were helping your dad with his tax business when you were in high school, and doing a lot of math for him. I cannot remember what exactly you did?
I met him only once, and when I did I could see how amazing he was, and how much love there was for him and from him. I love how he sent your mother 8 yellow roses and one pink. I like the "Good Night" phrase. Do any of your brothers, your mother, or yourself find yourselves saying "Good Night?"
Happy Birthday!!!! Can you believe your 30!!! I'm so excited. Since being a mother of 4 in my 20's, and looking like I'm in my teens I've been anxiously awaiting the day when I can say, "Yes, these are all mine and no I'm not their baby sitter or nanny, I'm their mohter, and I'm 30."
I appreciate all of your kind words.
I sometimes keep the "Good Night!" tradition alive, but it's really in jest :)
Christine, I was thinking of you while remembering my dad. You were such a great support to me along with many others from our freshman ward. You're always going to have to defend yourself when it comes to your age, even when you're 30 ;)
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