From day one I’ve been a daddy’s girl. Â Not the spoilt, get away with anything, daddy’s girl, far from it. Â But we’ve always been buddies. Â He just turned 70 and I had wanted to celebrate it in the proper way. Â Our plan was to have our annual family get together this coming weekend. Â Unfortunately we have had to cancel, well, postpone the festivities as he has to have major surgery this week. Â It will be a good thing as it will get things fixed. Â But I thought he should still be celebrated! Â So in the spirit of the post I did about my mum I thought I would toast him as well.
My dad always had time for his girls, something that has never changed. Â Regardless of what he was doing, whether studying or working, we could be included. Â It didn’t matter how long his day was he was always up for getting down on the floor and letting us use him as a jungle gym. Â Many hours were spent doing row row your boat with his arms. Â And pulling up his eye lids to see if he was still in there!
He’s had quite a journey in life. Â He is a son of a coal miner who was the first person to go to college and continued on to get his masters degree. Â When I went back to the UK for a year at university he came with me at the beginning to help me get settled. Â We did a loop round the country which was a tour of his life. Â He brought me to the house he was born in to show how far the family had came. Â Imagine his surprise there was grass and the neighbourhood had come up a bit! Â But I did get the point.
I am grateful that though he wanted us to have the world he didn’t fall into the trap of just handing it to us. Â Mum and dad made sure we worked hard and never took anything for granted. Â When he thought I was losing my way he wrote me a letter talking about how I was disappointing him. Â I was having a bad attitude and being very angry about things. Â Lashing out and hurting the ones I loved. Â It was heartfelt and full of love but also a wake up call to me. Â I still have that letter.
He has always seemed to know just what to say and how to be supportive. Â For Senior Hooky Day I chose to go sailing with him instead of scarpering off somewhere. Â It was a foggy day and it was great fun to just hang out and be outside. Â He would show up to our American Football games in high school. Â We had the worst team but once in awhile he would show up, bundled up to hear us play in the band. Â On the rare occasion there was a touchdown he would actually hear the band play the school song. Â It wasn’t often!
I get my twisted sense of humour from him. Â You know the sort that gets you into trouble. Â When we were in the UK there was an interview with Rowan Atkinson and he had a running gag of butt cheeks or kissing arse. Â Something like that. Â So the presenter would toss out words and he kept bringing it back to the gag. Â They got to windscreen wipers and he just mimed kissing back and forth between butt cheeks. Â I thought we were going to die. Â Tears were streaming down our face. Â Wish I could find that clip. Â I can’t do it justice.
Of course there is the Championship of the Entire Civilised World for cribbage. Â It’s quite stiff competition. Â It’s just the two of us. Â It’s a great way to just talk and joke about.
I am so grateful to have a dad like my dad. Â He has showed us how to be true to ourselves, set our standards high, and was a great example of what it means to respect women and treat them well. Â He and my mum are a great example of what type of relationship we should be looking for. Â I was lucky that I have that as well with my husband. Â Dad wasn’t pleased when I wasn’t happy or treated right in past relationships. Â It was a great relief, I think, to my dad when I met my husband. Â One, he fits right in with my family and two, he makes me happy.
While I’m nervous about the surgery, I know it is a good thing. Â It will get him healthy and ensures we have years still to be goofy, make more family memories, and to well, have my dad around. Â Because he is pretty neat in my book.



































