Dad
The little things stick out so much more than the BIG things do. At least they were big when I was going through it. Now I don’t even remember what they were. But I remember little talks by the fire, endless laughter during a water balloon fight, and little giggles while throwing worms. My step-dad had such an impact in my life. All good! My mom and I still laugh about things like he were still here. This fall it will be four years.
My dad loved the little town we live in. Probably one of the main reasons I never plan on leaving. I still run into people at the grocery store that ask about my mom. This is the first place I really had roots.
I was just listening to a song called ‘my town.’ That is what got me started. It is a rare day that I don’t think about dad. He gave me so much. He told me once that he was proud on me. That was the greatest! I wish my brother could have heard those words, he always seems like he is trying to make dad proud.
I don’t put my dad on a pedestal because he was a real person. He had flaws and we loved him for those. I miss him very much!
