In a little less than three months, my father would have turned 90. He's always been more than a little impatient, so I guess he needed to go a little early. 😜
We were always the odd pair of the old man (whom many assumed was my grandfather) and the little girl - it certainly made for a special/crazy relationship. For much of my childhood I worshiped the ground he walked on; he was literally everything to me... To a fault. He raised me by himself (a disabled veteran with polio) for pretty much my entire childhood. He was my pilot, chauffeur, and payor for all of the numerous extracurricular activities (that I attended daily) and passions I was lucky to have had the opportunity to pursue. He braided my hair, did my makeup, and sewed my point shoes and tutus until I learned to do so myself. He played the role of a mother and a father the best he knew how... And what more can you ask.
To say I've learned a lot of from him is an understatement. I feel like my whole life has been shaped in some way or another by him, even if many lessons I learned from him were learning how I thought people should be treated, not necessarily how he treated them. (I often went around behind him apologizing for what hed said or done.) But had I been raised by anyone else, I think my life right now and outlook on life would look a lot different. So there is no anger or resentment, only gratitude and appreciation.
He is the smartest, most determined, and stubborn man I have ever met, and ever will... I don't think he quite ever understood who I became, as our core values are about as different as they come... But I hope he knew deep down how loved and appreciated he was and always will be to me.
Thanks for giving me wings Daddy... Hope you're flying, happy and free! 💖