|My father with his dad in 1949|
Fast forward to my relationship with my dad. He has always been there for me through the pom-pom parades, choir concerts, and the myriad of totaled cars. My dad has always had an answer for my car or military questions. He was so helpful that when I asked for help changing a tire in high school (fully expecting him to do it) he drove to the school and made me do it myself. I owe my sense of direction to my father forcing me to name street names and directions as we took family drives through downtown Kansas City. I owe the fact that I didn't stick with many a bum to his "cleaning his gun" speech to sketchy boyfriends. Actually, I owe my father a lot. A lot more than could ever be written in one small blog post.
So, lift a beer to the best father and friend a girl could have. Love you, dad.