I can still hear him talking in my ear - telling stories and jokes. I remember the flipping of spoons. Wrestling on the floor. Playing catch and having that baseball fired into my glove to make it burn. Riding in the backhoe. Making a mini ice rink. Rescuing me a few times after running out of gas. Threatening to 'chain me up & lock me in the shed' so no boys could come for me. Calling my boyfriends he didn't like, 'Bozos'. Giving me advise on how to do a home repair. Going for coffee. Teasing me. Teasing his grandkids. Teasing anybody he could. Cuddling his grandkids. Spoiling the grandkids. I like to think that I get my sense of humour from him.... I still look up to him.
I am Daddy's little girl. Always was. Always will be. Happy Father's Day. Love you Dad! =) Lisa