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Permalink Reply by dream moon JO B on June 16, 2012 at 4:23pm

i no how u feal amanda u sea peple who treat ther dads lik dirt and im lik i wood do any thnk to brink my dad bac he woz evry thng a dad shud be kind loving put his family 1st he woz soft wit all the pets i bet wer he is now hel be soft with all the pets we lost over thr yrs i bet hel be making evry 1 laf and smile in hevan he had a huge funny sens of humer he wood try and mak a jok out of evry thnk

Permalink Reply by marie on June 16, 2012 at 6:33pm

Thanks Amanda. I've asked my fam to share memories but sometimes no one replies. I think we just all handle grief in our own ways. I need to talk now and then.

My dad had a foot deformity and had to wear special shoes, black patent leather like military shoes, always and forever.

He also LOVED solitare. It was his stress reliever and he played it every night of my life, with cards my entire childhood and then on the computer.

The summer of 93 we moved nearer to my folks. My dad traveled with his business. Every Monday night my fam had a standing invitation to go swim at the motel where he was staying and then he'd always treat us to supper afterwards.

Gosh I miss him so.

Permalink Reply by Storyas Fawnfeather on July 7, 2012 at 10:27am

My favorite memories of my dad are when he and I used to work the flea market together.  He was such a good dealer, and I learned a lot from him.  He had a little red scooter, and he would ride around on that scooter all over the grounds and talk to his friends.  By the time he was bad enough to be on a scooter, I did most of the work and he visited, but that was okay.  It did my heart good to see him enjoying himself and hanging with his friends.  One time he started the scooter going too fast and it hit a pothole and it fell over.  Everyone was terrified and ran to him to see if he was okay.  When they had him picked up and back on his scooter, he looked at me with the biggest smile on his face and said, "Did you see that?  It was so fun."  I agree - I don't know how anyone can treat their dad like crap like I see some people do either.  I'd like to smack the crap out of people when I see them talking bad to their dad or treating him bad.

Permalink Reply by Denise Frappollo on August 9, 2012 at 5:40pm

When I was younger and the family would be getting ready for church Dad would always be rushing us along.  He used to call out "if your not ready in 5 minutes I am leaving without you!".   Flash forward to 2006, I am getting ready for my wedding at Mom and Dad's home and orlf course Dad is in his tux and ready to go and I am still being put in my wedding gown and veil.  From the breezeway he yells this into the house "the car is running and I am leaving whether you ready or not!!!".   We all roared when my maid of honor leaned out of the bathroom where she was finishing her make up and yelled back at him "you better look dam good in a gown because someone is getting married today".  

My Dad was my champion, he had a way of making me understand that I was wrong without saying an angry word.  When I went to pick out the music for our dance at my wedding, I did not choose Daddy's Little Girl, rather a song called "Your My Hero", it is a song about a little girl growing up and her relationship with her Dad through adulthood.  I can still see his smile when we were dancing.  

Permalink Reply by Storyas Fawnfeather on August 9, 2012 at 8:30pm

I remember my dad always had a sense of humor.  I went to the store today and saw Roma tomatoes, and I told my friend who was with me, "My dad used to buy me Roma tomatoes at the flea market, because he would remember I liked them."  I'll say  now, "Thanks, Daddy," because I don't think I ever really said thanks.  I think I took for granted.  He liked to bring us natural food home from the flea market.  I remember the weekend after my mom's breast cancer diagnosis, he went to the flea market and bought us bags and bags of grapes - white and red.  And, we sat around all weekend with my mom munching on grapes.  The biggest memory I had was he loved the flea market.  As he lost mobility, we got him a scooter.  He rode it all over the flea market.  One day he got to racing across a field and tipped it over.  Everyone ran to him to get him up.  They picked up his scooter and picked him up and he looked at me with the biggest smile on his face after it was over and said, "That was fun!"  I remember he always saved stray animals too.  And, he loved children.  He had PTSD from child abuse he had inflicted on him as a child that was so bad it left him handicapped for life, so some people didn't understand him, but he had a heart of gold.  I love my dad.

Permalink Reply by Becky H on September 12, 2012 at 7:51am

I remember riding on the back of his Goldwing motorcycle to Catholic school (2nd grade) just holding onto him as happy as ever. I thought he was the coolest.

I miss him so much, and I never even got to say goodbye, or I love you, or anything. I still can't believe he's gone. He was invincible. :(