“In the grief of losing someone,
Why do I feel like the lost one?”
(Terri Guillemets)
Hello, my lovely friends!
Tomorrow would have been my dad’s 80th birthday. I thought I;d share some more crazy things about my dad.
1. When I was five I went Christmas shopping with my mom and I really wanted to get my dad a basketball, not because he played just because. All the way she kept telling me not to tell my dad and I said okay. Well, we got home and I told my dad we got him something but I can’t tell him what it is. I did tell him its round, orange and goes bouncy bouncy.
2. Every time we would finish dinner my dad would say all that was missing was chocolate cake. He did this for years. One day while grocery shopping with my mom she bought a chocolate cake and hid it in the pantry. When dinner was finished that night he did his usually saying all that was missing was chocolate cake. I ran to the pantry and got the cake and we all had a big laugh about it.
3. He had season tickets for the Denver Broncos and would always take a friend, my mom, his brothers or my sister to the games. When I was five I wanted to go so bad and he decided to take me. I’m not fan of football and still not. Through the whole game I was reading a book and then when the hot dog guy came I didn’t want one, but when he left I wanted one. I did the same thing with peanuts. Well, that was the first and last time I went to a game.
4. As kids we collected pop cans and my dad would take us to recycle them twice a year, Christmas and 4th of July. We would split the amount and go buy fireworks. I would get the bag with mixed fireworks and there was always the ones you could put in cigarettes to make them explode. My dad smoked and I would always put them in. One time he was watching a horror movie and it went off and scared everyone.
5. When my oldest nephew was born my dad decided to stop smoking and did so quietly. A month passed and no one realized what he did. One day he asked all of us if we noticed anything different about him. We’re all looking at him and nothing clicked with us and when he told us we were shocked. He never smoked a cigarette again.
6. When I was in second grade our school was going on a field trip to Casa Bonita on St. Patrick’s Day. I came home from school and asked my dad if he wanted to go to Casa Bonita for his birthday and he said yes and thought nothing more of it. Days before his birthday I let hi know what time to be at school and he was puzzled. Being in second grade I failed to tell him he volunteer to be a parent chaperone for our field trip. On the bus trip there I informed everyone it was his birthday and we sang to him.
Thank you so much for stopping by! Hope your morning/afternoon/evening is extra cozy and delightful. Until our paths cross again!
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