Six years ago today I lost my father.
It was only four weeks after I moved to FL and was finally in the same state (and city!) as him in more than 12 years. I had such high hopes for a new relationship with my father as I started my life with Diggity. (He introduced us after all!) But sadly none of that came to be.
No one expected his death. But does anyone ever expect someone to die? I thank my lucky stars Diggity was here to help me get through it. I was a train wreck for months.
Dad wasn’t sick - but he wasn’t healthy by any means.
He died because of a blod clot that went to his lung (pulmonary embolism). We were in the car on the way to the hospital because he didn’t feel well. Diggity was driving and Dad was in the passenger seat. I was in the back seat. It happened about 2 blocks from the house. His house at the time, my house now. It was the scariest moment of my life.
But instead of focusing on the negative side of things, I thought I’d share with you some of my favorite pictures of my Dad, fondly remembered as Big Al.
Dad, me and my big brother Albert. I don’t remember this day – but I bet if I did it would be one of my favorites.
Dad and my little sister Tammy. I love his hair in this picture.
My high school graduation. He drove up to PA from FL for this – and cheered really loudly when I got my diploma. I loved every second of it.
(Lets try to ignore my bushy eyebrows and lazy-appearing eye.)
He did the same thing when I graduated from college – I was embarrassed that time though.
He LOVED fishing. And insisted that everyone baits their own hook. This is why I DON’T love fishing.
He loved his daughters even when we were uncomfortable in hot dresses at our brother’s wedding…
…and in our awkward stage…(that may or may not have lasted from age 8 til age 17)…
…and when we wore overalls with bowl-cuts. (Sorry Tam – I couldn’t resist!)
He was forever proud of his son.
He loved his grandson Riley (my brother’s son) more than life itself.
(He died when Abbie, my brother’s daughter, was only a month old, so no pictures of them together)
He was a fun guy who was always willing to put himself “out there”.
He was proud of everything he had – even if it wasn’t much in comparison to others – because he worked hard for all of it.
This one is 100% my favorite picture of Dad. I don’t know what it is about it specifically. He just looks content. This is the man I picture whenever I think about my father.
Not a day goes by where I don’t think about Dad at least once.
I wonder what out life would be like if he were still alive. Where would I live? Would we still go to dinner on Sunday nights for Fish’n'Chips at Rotten Ralph’s? (He did that every week with Diggity before I moved here. I got to tag along the last 3 weeks.)
I wish he was there when Diggity and I got married. But part of me thinks (or hopes?) that he was there.
I wish he could meet the children Diggity and I will have someday. And I wish he got to see the wonderful children Riley and Abbie have become.
I wish he was still here. But since he’s not, I will remember him with a smile on my face and know that he loved me until the moment he left this earth.
I Love You Dad. I always will.