
A year ago today we were in California having a surprise birthday party for my Dad. It was a beautiful day; Dad was truly surprised and a bit touched by the outpouring of love from all his closest friends; and I'll always remember he and the kids blowing out his birthday candles together. I've thought about that day a 100 times since I woke up this morning, and I wish I could go back to that place in time for just a little while. I want to go back not only to be with my Dad again but to tell him what a wonderful man and great father he was; I want to tell him how much he means to me and how thankful I am for all the love and life lessons he shared with me as he raised me from a skinny little horse loving tomboy to the person I am today. I want to hear him talk about the stock market and the economy and politics and hear his opinion about all kinds of things going on in the world today. He always kept up with those things and it drove him crazy that I didn't. I want to tell him about the kids, what they've been doing and funny things they've said recently. And I want to just sit quietly next to him and feel his strong presence close to me once again. If only... But for now I have to suffice with memories; memories of days gone by, experiences shared and defining moments in my life.
I remember driving around in Dad's big Cadillac sedan, going no where in particular, just riding around listening to John Denver on the 8 track player in the car with the windows down and the breeze in our hair; Annie's Song and Grandma's Feather Bed were his favorites. It was during one of those many drives that he pulled over and asked my brother and I for permission to marry our Step Mother, Brenda. I always admired and respected him for that and found it very endearing. It truly showed me how much he loved and cared for my brother and I and the sacrifices he was willing to make for us.
During Dad's bachelor days we used to eat at Coco's on Coast Hwy at least two or three times a week; I always got the same thing and it was always good. And when we set up the business in Arizona, our frequent dining spot became the restaurant next to Smitty's grocery store, however Durant's and the Stock Yards were Dad's favorite places to go. He always loved a good steak....right after a big bowl of spaghetti!
When I was a kid, Dad took me to Hawaii and Colorado and Wyoming and the Philippines. When I was in college, he supported my dream to sail around the world for a semester through a program called
Semester at Sea. When I worked for him, he gave Michael and I a trip to Jamaica to reward us for meeting a year end sales goal. The only time he ever put his foot down about going somewhere was the night I called him from Hawaii and told him I'd just met some guys who were sailing to Tahiti the next day and had invited me to join them on their catamaran. He spent an hour convincing me not to go. I can only imagine the panic he felt being so many miles away and not sure if he could stop me, but I eventually saw the light, and we had many good laughs about that one over the years.
My Dad rarely ever "gave" me things and I often times resented him for that. I never could understand it as a kid, but now as an adult, and especially as a parent, I totally get it, and I admire him for rarely wavering and teaching me to respect and value the things I have in my life.
To this day, I can't back up a car without hearing Dad's voice in my head saying "Don't back up any further than you have to." And I too now find myself asking the kids if they were born in a barn when they don't shut the door.
One time Dad gave me a piece of paper with a penny taped and a note that said "for your thoughts"...I still have it somewhere...I need to find it so I can carry it with me now.
I could go on and on; it's hard to summarize a lifetime together into words, but these are some of the things I thought about today. Things I don't want to forget and that I want to share with my kids when they are old enough to read this. I wish they'd had more time with him, but I'm also incredibly thankful that he was here for some of their lives; that he got to see them and be with them and got to know them, even if was only for a short while.
So as this day draws to a close, I hope somehow he knows he was on my mind all day and that even though I couldn't call or send a card, I talked to him and wished him a Birthday unlike any I've ever wished him before.
This picture was taken at Dad's surprise party last year.
He and Randi were really close, so I love how this photo shows the bond they shared.

Dad and the kids modeling one of his birthday gifts, new reading glasses!
