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Dad v. Happy Birthday Dad!

Posted by on November 30, 2012

The Big Guy!

No, it’s not my birthday.  It’s my dad’s big day and I’ll do my best not to lay on the old jokes too thick.

But he rode a pterodactyl to school…

Actually, he’s not even that old.  He’s pretty darn cool.

Grumpy, at times, but still very inspirational.

For instance, he labored for 70 hours a week on the line in a GM plant for the better part of 30 years so that we could live where I grew up.  So that we didn’t have to live in a place where we worried about getting mugged on our way home from school.

My dad hasn’t had a drink in over thirty years…which is awe inspiring in my book.

He’s always there with advice.  He’s always there with a sneer too sometimes.

But he’s mellowed out a lot since I was growing up.

He loves to tell the story about how when he’d get home from work, the first thing that he’d do is come into the house and turn off the TV and watch all of us kids run.  Run to do the dishes.  Run to vacuum.  Run to clean something.

He never had to say a word…we just went to work…

Granted, we were scared to death of him.  He could yell a bit…but the point was, he didn’t have to yell.

A couple of years ago, maybe five or six now, my dad had a quadruple bypass.  It was one of the scariest weeks of my life.  He’d gone in to have a routine check up.  Everybody told me not to worry, especially because my work was sending me out of town on a disaster recovery test…so I was in a bunker, ten feet underground with no cell service…completely cut off from the world.

I came up for lunch one day and saw that I had four messages on my phone.  They’d found something during the checkup and they were rushing him in to surgery.

So I was there, 600 miles away, expected to work, while the biggest male figure in my life was under a doctor’s knife…thinking back on it now, I’m not sure how I accomplished much of anything…let alone the 48 hours straight I had to work…

But he pulled through, probably because he works out all the time and has a strong heart.  More than anything, I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t.

I remembered him coming to my baseball and football games.  I remember him sitting me down every saturday morning for his “sermon” which I always sat and listened to…but rarely retained…I just remembered him being there…always.

My dad married my mother when I was very young.  I don’t remember a time that he wasn’t there.  I don’t want to know a time when he won’t be.

He’s my dad and he’s the coolest, biggest, baddest dude I know.

Besides, I can’t tell Noah about how my dad had a pet dinosaur…oh wait, that was Fred Flinstone…but I think my dad grew up living next door to him.

One Response to Dad v. Happy Birthday Dad!

  1. Liz

    He Has always loved all his kids . Even if he didn’t know how to show you at times!!!!!!!!

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