You raised amazing children, Steve. I've been thinking of you a lot lately. Miss you. Thank you Skye for creating this page.
I like thinking back on wedding dress shopping with Dad. Laughing at how silly I looked in those big, poofy princess dresses. And then finding the one...he teared up and said that I was going to be "Paul's little flower" (there were sparkly little flowers around the hem of the dress). It was so sweet, but I couldn't help but laugh and give him a confused look, as I had never heard my father say something like that before, and no one had ever described me as a little flower. =) I believe I hit his arm and called him a dork, which made him curl up laughing. At the wedding, before he walked me down the aisle, he pulled me aside and with tears in his eyes, told me how proud he was of me. This of course just made me start crying, which is no good when you just finished your makeup and are getting ready for the big moment! We wound up leaning against each other laughing and crying, yelling at each other to stop making each other cry, while trying to get ourselves together before heading out. It was such a great moment that I hope never fades in time in my memory. The last time I was able to speak with Dad was at my mother-in-law's funeral. It was of course a difficult and sad time, but still Dad was able to get me and the hubby's family smiling and laughing. I have so many happy memories of Dad, and almost all of them entail laughing for hours on end. I am so thankful for the sense of humor he instilled in me, and for having these memories that continue to crack me up when I reflect back on them or share them with others.
rest well in heaven!
thinking of you!
rest peacefully in paradise!
It was either late at night or early in the morning. I’m not sure which. Mom and little bro were sleeping and it was dark outside. I woke up from a bad dream and laid in bed, nervously eying the strange shadows around my bed. I heard my dad moving about the living room and kitchen, so I slowly got up and sluggishly walked out to say hello. He was wearing a grey sweater with some red on it…I can’t remember exactly what it looked like, but whenever I see anything that looks like it, it reminds me of him. He had big sideburns and a droopy mustache, and tan leather boots, as that was what the adults were wearing those days. Kind of a cowboy meets hippy kinda thing. He was making a fire in the fireplace, and smiled warmly when I came out. I was afraid he would be angry at me for getting out of bed when I should be sleeping, resting up for school the next day, but instead he hugged me and let me sit down on the couch to watch him finish the fire. He sat with me and we talked for a while, and then he made me some hot cocoa with those little crunchy marshmallows on top. We talked some more about all sorts of things. School…mom and little brother…architecture (he was studying to become an architect before he got epilepsy)… Somehow we landed on the subject of my not yet knowing how to tie my shoes. I had been wearing shoes with two strips of velcro to keep them on securely up until then, and while they were cute (and how I wish I had a pair like them today!), I was ready to become more grown up and wear big girl shoes. My dad spent the next…I don’t know how long, but it was a good chunk of time… teaching me how to tie the shoelaces on a pair of his shoes. After many tries I finally got it, and he taught me how to do a double knot. I practiced a few more times, and then he sent me back to bed. The next day I woke up with a big smile on my face, and despite having to wear my velcro shoes to school that day, I knew big changes were happening for me. When I got home, my mom and dad took me to get a brand new pair of shoes with shoelaces instead of velcro. I was so excited! I put on the shoes (had a little trouble tying them up, but I figured it out), and jumped up and down. To this day I smile when I see knots in shoelaces, and I love tying up impossible knots. I also always double knot, mostly because my father taught me to do so, but also in preparation in case anyone tries to steal my shoelaces during a shoelace war. It’s just one of those small things that will always make me happy, as it reminds me of a magical time with my dad when he was happy and for a moment in time, there were no worries and everything was perfect.