I've been thinking about my Dad alot lately. Of course, a day doesn't go by that I don't think about him, but I've really been missing him this past week, just wishing I could have one more conversation with him...
I think it may the weather.
Fall always reminds me of my Dad. School is back in full swing, and everyone who knows him knows his life revolved around Elkmont High. Friday nite Football has started, and I can't remember a Friday nite from when I was a baby until he was physically unable,that he was not at the game. You would find him standing on the sideline greeting the crowd and cheering on the Devils. (Yes Bham friends, our mascot is the Red Devil!)And, I guess I am a little sad that my baby boy is almost one and Dad never got to meet him. He would have LOVED Davis. I know many girls look up to their Fathers, and I did mine. But it's even more than that. He lived by example. He didn't have to tell me how to act, I saw how he acted and reacted to people and various situations. It made me the person I am. I heard an old country song this morning:
"I'm seeing my Father in me, guess that's how its meant to be...and I find Im more and more like him each day..." Which could not be more true. Of course, he was not Perfect, but I had just a few thoughts about him today:
He demanded perfection...............But he would help you get it right
He was stubborn......................But you always knew what he stood for
He made you work hard................But he'd be working right along with you
He was strict........................But he was FAIR
He was a bit of a tight-wad :).......But he would give to anyone in need
He didn't coddle people..............Which made praise from him even more special
because you knew it was genuine
He had a tough exterior..............But having three girls made him tender-hearted
I love you Dad and I miss you.