This is the only picture that I have of my dad holding me.
Notice that he is not just holding me but he is using two hands and the one hand on my back just hits a tender spot with me.
Dad wasn't touchy or tender. It wasn't that he didn't care or love, he just didn't express himself through touch.
That is why this picture means so much to me.
(Hi Uncle Mike and my big brother, Jim)
Dad holding Kacey and Ashley.
It has been 5 years of Father's Days that my dad has been gone.
He would have so loved being able to hold his great grandchildren and tease them.
I gave my dad a bad time while living under his roof. Especially during my high school years. I didn't let him walk me down the aisle either when I married Steve. (remember that Steve and I went away on a weekend and got married in Las Vegas.)
Why did I choose to live so selfishly and inconsiderately, I do not know.
(I think this quote might have something to do with it...
"BEING ABLE TO DISCIPLINE ONESELF FOR THE BENEFIT OF OTHERS IS THE VERY ESSENCE OF MATURITY.")
If I knew what I do now??????
I'm so thankful that my dad wanted me.
That he stay married to my mom.
That he loved me.
I wish I could tell my dad Happy Father's Day.