I have so many memories of dad: The kermit the frog face will forever be imprinted in my mind; hearing you say 'yo dude' and 'hey person it's dad'; doing that little groove dance when some cool song came on; singing Linger by the Cranberries in an Irish accent with me and laughing about it together; the hugs you gave so generously; that little lion stuffed animal you bought me at the airport in Alabama on one of your trips when I was about 8yrs old; our trips to Baskin Robbins; the red jaquar; teaching me to drive and freaking out when I got to close to the curb; having the courage to dance with me on my wedding day when you were hurting so badly; getting up at the crack of dawn to take me to the rink and wearing that navy jumpsuit every morning; I MISS YOU.
I remember the time you and Brie and I drove down to Sarasota. It was our last trip down there as a family before Jean and Ralph died. We played the Beatles and we all sung our hearts out, even though we were all off key! That memory has stuck in my head forever. Everytime I hear a Beatles song now I think of that trip. You were such a special person. I hope everyone in Heaven is enjoying you as much as we all did down here on Earth!!!
I remember making you that three cheese quiche from scratch. It was just you and I living together in Marietta.
You stood in the kitchen as I made it an talked to me. You even said it was delicious!
I will never forget little memories like that. They pop up from time to time. I guess that is what makes life a patchwork quilt. A quilt of many memories.
My own special quilt of you.
Love,
Nikki
I remember the day you walked me down the aisle at my wedding. You tried so hard not to cry, to stay the strong dad I had always known. I knew better. I knew you wanted so badly to cry. I could see the tears run down your cheeks as you proudly walked me down the aisle. You were so proud that day. It must be hard giving your girls away, but in each case you did it stoically and proudly. I will never forget that day
