So tonight I sit and write about MY dad. Today would have been his 76th birthday and I miss him greatly. You see, my father died almost exactly three years ago, during Micah's first deployment. In fact, Micah was home for his first R & R when my father died. My father was a great man. Its very hard to put into words just how much he meant to me. He was always there to support me in everything I did. I will never forgot his words to me when I decided to change my career path during college. I started out Pre-Med and after two years discovered that I didn't really want to be a doctor, but rather a teacher. Everyone told me I was crazy to switch to a lower paying job...but when I broke the news to my parents, my father gave me the best advice. He said "I don't care if you choose to be a ditch digger. As long as you enjoy what you're doing and it makes you happy, that's all that matters." Somehow, he knew that's exactly what I needed to hear at that moment in time.
My father always knew what to say. To say I was a stubborn child is putting it mildly. I've always had my own way of doing things. But dad had this knack for letting me be frustrated and angry while he just listened. He would just say that I needed to do what I felt was right. Somehow, he always gave me the power to move forward without trying to tell me what I needed to do. That is a gift. If you've ever seen the movie "Cars" (which is one of Evan's favorite movies), you would know the character Doc Hudson...well, that's my dad. In fact, he even was a driver back before having kids...but why that character reminds me of dad is the way he teaches Lightning McQueen how to handle the curve. For me, it was often the curves of life that Dad taught me to handle.
So tonight, I say Happy Bithday Dad...I miss you. And as I sit and remember all the great times with you, I pray that I can only be half as good of a mom as you were a dad. I love you!