Father's Day. Here's to you Pop.

I didn't do cards for Father's Day this year. I felt since I couldn't do them for Mother's Day I should just make things even across the board. : ) Not to forget that we aren't even celebrating Father's Day today. The girls aren't here and Jeff opted to do it when they get back home. I still felt I needed to write a little something to commemorate the day.


Thanks Dad,
For letting me brush your hair while we watched TV when I was a wee lass. I would brush it over and over and over. It was always the same blue bristle brush. I think I know why you lost your hair now.

For giving me a sip of your root beer, with or without ice cream. This usually occurred on a Sunday after church and during an episode of Star Trek, you would of course be seated in the rocking chair.

For trying to teach me how to ride a bike. Trying being the key word. I still remember crashing into the railroad ties to stop the bike. It was the first successful run. It was exhilarating, until I realized I was starting to go to fast. I don't remember if we went over how to brake, or if I was sure I knew what I was doing and had stopped listening to your instruction. I even remember you surprising me with my first bike. Pretending to look at it in the store, only to find it already in the car when we left. Was it K-mart or Sears?

For getting me Blueberry Hubba Bubba on my birthday. Mom had refused to get me some and you were always good for the impulse grocery buy. I just needed to ask and you had a quick snappy, "Sure. Go get it." I still remember the banking curve on Canal Drive by Oasis, laying in the back seat of the Buick, watching the summer sky pass while I savored the artificial berry goodness of the forbidden gum.

For sending me letters of encouragement and of love. They will be treasured keepsakes for generations to come.

Sorry for not sending a card.
I hope you will take this post instead.
Have a good day Pop.
I love you.