Happy Fathers Day Daddy
Like most young girls, I craved my dad's attention and reveled in it when I got it. I remember early always knowing that I was special in his eyes. Mom used to tell me I was his princess and I always felt like a princess when I was on his lap. It felt like it was just me and him alone even with everyone else around. He rarely told me I couldn’t do the same things the boys did, and encouraged my willingness to try anything. He recycled before recycling was popular. Dad was a man who could carry body parts to the hospital, yet turned pale white when I busted my lip on the back of my brother’s head. Things I recall with fond memories: Painting by the window in his bedroom Shooting guns and rifles in the back yard His prescence in his police uniform That stoic stance for all pictures Pepsi and potato chips in the recliner watching TV Being told that same Pepsi would “rust our pipes”. Hammer, saw, sawdust, wood plane, sawhorses Tickling sessions Head butting sessions (when we were naug...