“How’s Dad doing?” “How’s your father holding up?”
I get these questions often. We celebrated my niece Lily’s 3rd birthday today. During the party, my in-laws asked me how Dad was. Last Friday at our monthly meeting, I haven’t seen my friend Toufek in a while. I was training him to work in one of my buildings while Mom was at the end of her fight with cancer and the doctors had told her they can’t do anything for her. I spent the majority of the time on the phone with Dad crying and then apologizing afterwards for not working. He understood and left me a very heartfelt phone message after Mom passed. Friday he considerately asked me how my Dad was doing.
How is my Dad doing? I’m sure he has his moments and times where he gets sad, but honestly? I think Dad is doing freaking great!
Dad reads my blog. (Hi Dad!) He discovered it when I sent him an email- the blog address is in my signature. I was a little chagrined that my DAD was reading all my inner thoughts and crap that I deem important. (GOD- did he read the bloody Diva cup post
? I sincerely hoped he skipped that one.) A quick glance at my blog list- nah, there’s nothing in there (except the Diva cup post) that would make me a little squirmish when I saw Dad.
So because today is his birthday, I want to dedicate this post to him to tell him how proud I am of him. He’s doing all the things Mom did all those years- shopping, banking, paying bills. He buys birthday gifts for the family. He found a new insurance company for the house. He pimped out his truck- ghostly flames and LED lights. He tried Thai food
Last Saturday, he goes with me and gets this:
Yes, Dad got inked.
So did I. Dad’s heart tattoo honors my Mom and my brother, tricked out with blue flames to match his truck. I finally got my poison ivy tattoo- my little talisman against getting poison ivy every year. Mine also honors Mom and my brother, Robbie, as well as our friend J. Can you see the initials in the vines? While mine hurt like hell, Dad didn’t flinch, he claims it didn’t hurt at all. I wish I had his nerve endings. He’s already planning on going back this week to add more to his tat! Someone’s addicted!
I’ve been inked with my daughter, now I got inked with my dad. The guys at Sparrow Tattoo in West Hempstead said they’ve never had that combination before.
Then today, I get the surprise of my life-an email requesting me as a Facebook friend…from Dad!
My Dad is on Facebook. He wanted to find some long lost friends, so he signed up. At 74, he got a tattoo and signed onto Facebook.
My daddy rocks.
Happy Birthday, Dad! Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be fine!
I love you.