Today is my 30th birthday.
Today I should be writing about the fabulous birthday cake I made myself, and the fun celebrations that took place to ring in my 30th year.
But I didn’t end up making myself a cake and the celebrations that were planned got cancelled.
I have hinted around that I have been very busy and preoccupied lately, but I didn’t want to mention too many details on the blog. My brother said it best…that dad wouldn’t want us to. The truth is, my father had surgery in September and has been having complications ever since. His struggle ended on Friday when he went home to be with God.
So, instead, I’m dedicating today’s post to my daddy. A man that taught me so much about life. That supported my brother and me in everything that we did. A dedicated father and husband, a friend to so many.
He was always filled with joy and had an infectious laugh that I will miss hearing. He had great stories and could make a lesson out of any situation. He truly was a “gentle giant.” At 6’3’’, he surly earned his nickname “Big Mike". I know my husband was shaking in his boots when he first met my dad, and my dad didn’t miss any chance to give him a hard time (jokingly, of course). When Chris asked my dad if he could propose, my dad’s answer was a big H-E-double hockey sticks no! Chris didn’t know what to say, and my dad didn’t let him flounder long…just long enough to let him know that he had better take care of his little girl.
He taught me how to play poker, how to fish, and what a bad idea it is to have credit card debt. How to cook, silly magic tricks, and what a good idea it is to pray and to talk to God and spend time with family. I could count on him for anything. No matter what kind of crazy situation I had gotten myself into, he helped to get me out of it and made sure I learned my lesson in the process.
When we bought our house this summer, my dad made a point to tell me how proud he was of me, and how he knew my mom was proud of me, too. It meant a lot to hear that, and to know he thought she would be proud, too. Dad, I’m sorry you never got to see what our house has become but I hope that I keep making you and mom proud up heaven. I love you and I miss you. Always.