Monday, March 15, 2010
Since I can remember, I have always thought of my father as my hero. To me he was always a patient, loving, and understanding teddy bear. Which amazes me now since he was a policeman. For years he worked as an investigator for the Homicide Department in a very dangerous city. He would go to work and see the most horrible things and come home and sit at the dinner table with his 2 daughters. You've seen Law & Order and CSI, well that was him...investigating crime scenes...daily, I have to add.
He had to work a lot in those days so he missed some events here and there but I never remember being disappointed or let down. I had enough healthy fear to follow his rules so I was a good teenager. I can only recall him yelling at me once, and I deserved it. In my high school years he was able to make more time for us. He went on almost every class trip (overnights and all) with the Marching Band. He used to help us get on and off the field at competitions. He was a favorite chaperon among the kids. Everyone he meets loves him.
He's the kind of dad that supports you even when he doesn't agree with your choices.
He was there for me when I got married.
He was there for me when I had my sons, the first one to the hospital and the last one to leave.
He comes to every birthday party the boys have and makes an effort to see his grandsons all the time. The waitress at anniversary dinners for Hubs and I have surprised us on more than one occasion with a gift certificate to cover our dinner.
My parents are divorced and now I have this amazing step mom. I love them both so much. My older son no longer recognizes my mother in photos. We haven't seen her in 15 months.
I love my father and the support he gives to my whole family. I am thankful to have such an amazing and inspirational grandfather for my boys.