A Tribute to My Dad

Four years ago, I'd had my last child (Dingo #3), and shortly afterward, developed issues with my gallbladder. I'm not going to go into all those details, because this post isn't about my medical record, but I will say I had to go through the very routine surgery. With a (relatively) new baby, my mom came out to help me.

And on the following Sunday, after church, my husband and son went to our local high school's graduation. As I cooked lunch, my mom rocked my little one. Her phone rang. It was my older brother with news that would change our lives. I only heard my mom's not-yet-panicked response...

"He's dead?"

My dad had had a massive heart attack. He died alone. Two days earlier. May 21st.

I still choke up as I write that. As I think it through. Guilt, sorrow, despair. But I can't go there. I hold onto the wonderful memories, and with a grateful heart, I thank God that I had a dad who was always there. He wasn't perfect, but he taught me so much.

He gave me a love for classical music and chess. He inspired my love for sci-fi. He helped me through many a math class. A great, great man who didn't know how much people cared about him and adored him. He knows now; I am confident of that.

This evening, I attended a writing event with my awesome local writers' group. One of the exercises was to write about a food from our childhood. I want to share with you what I wrote:

"My dad would take me--just me--to Black Angus Steakhouse for steaks. The best food in the world, and such a treat! But beyond the juicy, savory yumminess, he would take me out on the dance floor in the bar area and twirl me around. Videos played on a large screen, and I can still see the heads of Huey Lewis and the News bobbing back and forth to the beat of "If This is It..." A very special memory I hold of my dad--steak always brings if back to me."

Honestly, I didn't think about the anniversary when I wrote that. It just came from within. I've written about my dad, and I'll do it again. I wish he could have read my books, but I know he's proud of me. I know he has a hand in all that's happening in one way or another. And I'm so thankful.

I love you, Dad. This one's for you.

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