Sunday, February 7, 2010

Happy Birthday Daddy

My father died on September 11, 2008.  He was 66 years old.  I'm typing this on Feb. 4th because for some reason I can't think about anything else today.  There are so many other things that are going on and I should be focusing on but maybe that is why I keep thinking about him.  My father was an amazing man.  He taught me how to do so many things and would know exactly what to say right now...of ourse it would probably be something along the lines of "suck it up put your big girl panties on and keep going."  Which is strangely similar to what my husband says, but my fathers delivery was a lot better than hubsys is, he had 23 years of practice. 
So anywho, I am scheduling this post to hit on Dad's actual birthday.  It seems strange to post it now when his birthday is still three days away.
This is probably the last picture I took of my father.  It was taken at a Wendy's on our way to visit my Grandparents for Thanksgiving, 2007.  I'm pretty sure he was lecturing me for playing with my phone at the table.  I have a hard time looking at this picture sometimes because on the Saturday after Thanksgiving when we got home my dad had a horrible "episode" in my living room.  The next day he was airlifted to University of Kentucky Hospital in Diabetic Shock and put into a medicine induced coma for over 2 weeks.  He came home on December 24th and we had Christmas with my nice and nephew.  I tend to block out the fact that my brother was there on Christmas Eve as well.  (thats a whole different story)

These pictures are from my college graduation.  May 2007.  This was probably the best day my dad had had in a very long time.  Luckily for us after his month in the hospital in Decmeber the doctors played with his medicine and bought us about 7 good months with him.  He was a lot better for a short period of time but at least that was how he went out instead of uncomfortable and in pain. 

Happy Birthday Daddy, it's been a crazy year.  It's amazing how many things you've missed since your last birthday. 
You bought me a Volkswagen Bug in March 2009 (well mom paid for half of it with some of your life insurance proceeds, apparently I picked a cheap coffin!)

And I got married on August 15, 2009 to my Hubsy.  You liked him, you even remembered his name.  I know he hadn't been around very long yet at your funeral but he really was amazing during those horrible weeks after you died.  I think he really impressed everyone. 
Oh and I forgot to mention your best friend performed our ceremony! See there he is!

Oh and Adam is Joining the Navy

He's going to be a Nuclear Engineer on a really big boat! (He's smart like that!) (I tell him he's just a glorified coal shoveler and that the coal shovelers were locked in the coal room on the Titanic...just sayin...

I miss you daddy and wish that you were here to tell me what to do.  I'm scared like a little girl and really just want to crawl up in your lap and cry but your lap isn't here for me to curl up in. 


Erica said...

Shanon, your post made me cry, and I never even got to meet your dad. Very sweet. But now my keyboard is wet. :-(

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