Anyone who has followed my blog for the past ten years knows that I've posted this before. It's a tribute to my Dad and it's for him, but as I always say you are welcome in my world. I was reminded of it today by another blogger who is having her first Christmas without her dad.. I hear you Debbie.
The Christmas Letter
Although I've thought of my Dad often in the past twenty years...its
this week that I've missed him most, so I write this for you Dad,
When I was a little girl you took me everywhere with you. Deep sea
fishing off the coast of New Jersey, and were always so proud that your
daughter never got sick no matter how rough the ocean would be. You
brought me to NYC to see everything from the Empire State Building,
Radio City Christmas Show, the Rockettes, the Statue of Liberty. We'd go to
Coney Island and I'd make you ride that Cyclone roller coaster with me over
and over . You never said no.
You taught me how to ride a bike, fly a kite, build a snowman, and
made me that real little house in the backyard. I put curtains on the
windows.
You taught me my love for animals and all living things.. We took
care of injured wild birds and rabbits, you'd make a box for them and if
I cried when they didn't make it, you'd say " Barbra , you can't save
all of them, you just do what you can". I still do that Dad.
On Sunday mornings you'd drive out to that little airport and we'd watch the planes take off and land..
One Sunday you managed to get a pilot to take me up for a ride in a small plane. And when Mom found out she had a fit. !
We'd hike in the woods and go target shooting. I'd get poison ivy every time.
You'd take me to the christening of the new big ships at the shipyard when you still worked there.
We'd go to your welding shop on Saturdays and you showed me how to
weld. Then taught me to drive my first car and bought a red convertible
because I liked it..
You were the first one I saw when I woke up in the hospital .. more than once.
I thought you had the strength of ten men, you could do anything and
make everything alright. I remember the night we lost Louis, you looked
right at me and said,
"Listen to Me!~ This is the ONE thing I can't do for you". I knew you were right because you never lied to me. .
I learned so much from you Dad. Any good that I am it was from you..
and the not so good ... you were still there for me every single time.
Every Christmas you and I would go and look for the tree.
I'd bother you for weeks ahead of time.. I was good at that
!... finally you'd say 'ok, time to go and get the tree,' and then
with all the patience in the world you'd help me put it up and decorate
it.
I remember the time my new kitten went
behind the kitchen stove and you spent hours taking it apart to get him
out.. oh, all the kittens I brought home and said 'they just followed
me" and you let me keep them..
This time of year brings back lots of these memories and even more, and I haven't forgotten a single one .
If I were given just one wish for Christmas, I would ask that every
little girl be blessed with a Dad like I had. What a beautiful world
this would be.
from your daughter, Barbra Joan
Merry Christmas again, Dad
