Today is the anniversary of my father's death. He died suddenly of a heart attack more than a few years ago. While our relationship wasn't always good, there still isn't a day where I don't think of him and miss him. My girls were never able to meet him and that is incredibly sad to me. Daddy met him once. The last years of his life were the happiest that I have witnessed and I am extremely fortunate to have had that time with him.
This morning I told some stories about my dad to Sam. She asked me what his name was and listened carefully as I shared some stories. Sam got the hear about the farm and some of the animals Dad kept. The llamas Patricia and George, the emus, the donkey named Jack, the goats, horses, cows, chickens (including the mean roosters) and pigs. I told the girls about the sunflowers, raspberry bushes and his pumpkin field. At one point my father had a goat that played fetch and one year his boar pig took the title of "Minnesota's largest boar" at the State Fair. He was just the right amount of crazy and loved pushing boundaries of normalcy as much I as do, if not more.
Momma's daddy may be gone, but never forgotten. I think that is just the way he would like it too!
1 comment:
I didn't know him long, but he's certainly a person I'll never forget. I'm glad I met him. You're girls are lucky cuz you have a bit of your dad in you; you nutty-trip. Keep on sharing your stories and memories. They're worth telling!
-- "sheera"
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