This morning on Father’s Day, a lot of people will post about how their dad is the best and most awesome and all of that. And they will be wrong. You see, I have the best daddy in the whole wide world. Yes, I am 34 and still call my daddy daddy. So?!?!
My daddy is a goon. A goon. What does that mean? You know Daddy Pope from Scandal? Mr. “I am the hell and the high water”? When that line was said, I sat a little straighter. Daddy? When I was little, my daddy was Command. Have you walking in fear Command. I think you can read my thoughts Command. A 94% on a test isn’t your best command. People in the neighborhood thought he was the police. Nope. He just walked like he ran everything. The undertaker. Literally. When I was 9 or so a little boy pushed me down in the alley and I cut my ear. My personal goon walked to the boy’s house and told him in front of his mama “I bury little *bleeps* like you every day” and told him to stay away from me. Goon!!!!!
He taught me to play poker, sat me down for scary movies, challenged me to do the best I could and not to rest on what I was given naturally. He treated me like a girl despite my tomboy tendencies. My brother who is 4 years younger could be gone forever. No big deal. I swear I had to check in every twelve and a half minutes. He got that “gaht damn Chrysler” I just had to have fixed whenever I needed help, which was often because I drove that car into the ground.
My personal superhero, he has always been there to support me. One of the reasons why I’ve been able to step out on faith, I know I have a safety net beneath me. He’s one of the most doting grandfathers I know. I didn’t expect him to be there at the hospital, we’d never talked about it. But he called me while I was in labor and asked if he should come then, I told him no, nothing was happening yet. It really didn’t matter what I said, dude was sitting in the parking lot.
He’s not the best at feelings (not that I know anyone else with that issue *ahem*) but he texts me every morning and says he loves me. He’s the reason we were able to still get our house 7 years ago when the builder pulled an okey doke on us and he slid me cash on the sly when things got rough. He tells me to relax, gives me perspective, reminds me that as long as you’ve got food and your bills are paid things are ok.
My parents divorced when I was 11. My dad moved 8 blocks away and was and is an ever present force in my life. He didn’t do it alone (my mom is also the awesomest) but he did his part and so much more.
In conclusion (LOL), my dad is the awesomest, most awesome, memorized the dictionary and therefore should never be played in Scrabble, can solve the Wheel of Fortune puzzle with 2 letters, best spaghetti and chili making, has a black belt and announces the kicks while watching karate movies, daddy in the whole wide world.
|My daddy and Ladybug.|