Fly on the Wall - August 2014 - My Daddy

Welcome to a Fly on the Wall group post. Today 12 bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.

 

Buzz around, see what you think, then click on these links for a peek into some other homes:

http://www.BakingInATornado.com                          Baking In A Tornado

http://www.therowdybaker.com                                  The Rowdy Baker

http://www.justalittlenutty.com/                                Just A Little Nutty

http://themomisodes.com                                          The Momisodes

http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/                          Spatulas on Parade

http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com                                   The Sadder But Wiser Girl

http://followmehome.shellybean.com                            Follow me home . . .

http://stacysewsandschools.blogspot.com/                   Stacy Sews and Schools

http://www.menopausalmom.com/                                Menopausal Mother

http://www.kimulmanis.com                                         Kim Ulmanis

http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com                          Someone Else’s Genius

http://www.gomamao.com                                          Go Mamma O

Usually this is a lighthearted piece about all the goofy and silly things my kids have done over the month. Not this one. You see, I have had one of the worst months of my entire life. On August 10th I received a phone call from my aunt that  my Daddy had died in his sleep. He just slipped away, not warning. 

Well, I say no warning but in actuality we could have lost him at any time over almost 30 years. 

When he was in his early 30s he had cancer.

Then it was degenerative back disease.

Diabetes

MRSA

Lyme disease

Brain Tumors
2 brain surgeries
Staph induced meningitis
and much much more
So much more that I can't even remember it all.
He was a disabled veteran.

But that's just the problems he had and not who he was. I am here to tell you about MY DADDY.

That is a picture of my Daddy when he was just a little guy. WHAT a trouble maker. He rode a pig! He climbed the Christmas tree! He talked his little brother into sticking his finger into an electrical outlet. I kid you not.
There are so many stories about the chaos he brought on. 

Not much changed as he grew older.
He used to have girls carry HIS books in school. And of course, they would also do his homework for him.

He was a charmer. A rascal. Ornery through and through.

But he was so much more.

He was in the Air Force and was very proud of his service to his country. He had wanted to make a career out of the Air Force but my mother had issues. He was honorably discharged and they headed home.

Not much more than a month or so later, I was born.

I was told that he professed to not being nervous at all but had 2 cigarettes lit at the time.

He was a joker. A prankster.

Pull my finger.
Go stand on your head and gargle peanut butter.
He could convince me of almost anything, especially when I was little. 


I was his Knothead (I've always been clumsy). His Okeedoe (Oh, kid, oh!!)

He always had a smile on his face and a joke on his lips. You couldn't stay down or unhappy in his presence. You just couldn't help it. 
He was incorrigible. 

He was so full of life, laughter and love.

I have no idea how I am supposed to live the rest of my life without him. My heart is broken into a million pieces.

I know I will get it through it. I've been through this before. The day my Daddy died was exactly a month before the 20th anniversary of my Mom's death. It's just SO HARD. 

I am trying, though. But then I will think, "I need to tell Dad....." and it hits like a ton of bricks all over again.

Heaven help me.

I have had such an outpouring of love and I thank every single one of you. You really don't know how much your kind words and <3 mean to me. THANK YOU!!!!!

Thank you to my Big Family for (literally) holding me and holding my hand. 

I miss you Daddy, now and forever. My life will never be the same. 

I meant to type so much more but this is even harder than I imagined it would be.