My dad and me this is December 1964 (I think). Which means I would have been two months almost three months old. My dad died in February of 1991 and with all the things that are happening, I miss him more this year. I wish with all my heart that he could have seen Skittles grow up, but more importantly that Skittles could have known my dad.
I don't have any illusions that my dad was perfect, but he was by far THE MOST patient man I have ever met. When he did lose his temper it was like an explosion, but that was rare. He was a self-taught pianist. He built a car in our backyard from spare parts he bought at the scrap yards. Pretty much anything I asked him to do he would find a way to make it happen. Not always the way I thought, but he would always solve the problem. That is what I remember most.
I remember Dad would tuck us in every night. He would go to each kid's room and talk to them (or listen to them) and it would make me feel very safe. Sometimes he was so tired, he would fall asleep while I was talking. . . or maybe I was boring him to sleep. But it never stopped him from coming to tuck me in.
This is normally when I would present my "problems" to my dad for him to solve. For example, I would get all tucked in and warm in my bed and then I would have to get out of bed to turn off my light (all the way across the room, LOL!). So to solve this problem, my dad installed a light over my bed with a light switch in arm's reach so I didn't have to get out of bed to turn out the light.
I thought it would be so cool to have a built-in stereo in my wall in my bedroom. Of course, my mom didn't think it was such a great idea to go cutting holes in the wall. But I came home one day and my dad had cut a hole in the wall and installed a radio in my room.
Can you say . . .uh . . . "spoiled rotten?"
Yeah, well maybe. First grandchild on my father's side of the family and first grand-daughter on my mother's side of the family . . . yeah, so maybe a little spoiled. My grandfather used to say, "All this little girl needs is a little love."
I miss them . . . especially on Father's Day.
(Let your dad or grand-dad know now how much you love them. You'll be glad you did.)