Last year on April 7th, I said goodbye to my daddy.
I just wanted to share my favorite memory of my dad:
When i was 16, I drove my mom's car to Shopko. It was my very first time driving alone in the winter. I slipped on a patch of ice in the parking lot and crashed the car into a light post. The car was totaled. I felt so stupid. Dad noticed that I had seemed pretty down and asked if I wanted to go with him to look at new cars. We got in the car and he drove to a little Mexican restaurant. He looked at me and asked, "I'm kinda hungry, how about you?" I smiled and nodded. We walked into the restaurant and had our own secret little "date." For a couple hours, I didn't have to think about the car. No one was mad at me.
Dad had a way of always letting me know that I was special and important. I hope this is something that I will be able to pass on to my kids.
Dad, I miss you so much. I can't even express how much I wish you could still be here with us.