I'm so sad today. This is the two year anniversary of my dad's death.
I honestly don't know what to write about this. I miss him, obviously. So many things have happened since he passed away.
His first granddaughter was born.
His grandsons started Kindergarten.
There have been trips to Las Vegas, Colorado, and the biggest trip of all; Disneyland.
We moved into our new house.
My brother has done amazing improvements at the ranch. And they may be building a house soon (still not too sure about that, don't know details, so don't quote me).
I don't know what else to say. I miss him every day. He was gruff. He was loud (very loud). Opinionated. Stubborn. Loyal. Hilarious. Loud. Embarrassing (aren't all parents to their kids?). Loved his family. Fun. Did I mention loud? A good portion of the adventures I had as a kid can be laid at his feet.
Then there's the music. Dad and I had this musical connection. We could call each other and ask, "Who sang this or that song? What year? What else did they sing?" And most of the time one of us knew the answer.
Too many times I'm driving down the road, and one of "Dad's Songs" comes on the radio. Some of them make me smile. Some just make me cry.
The Kentucky Derby isn't the same without him. We'd call each other and ask, "Who do you want in the Derby?" I always wanted the gray horse. Didn't even know or care what its record was, the name, its spot in the gate, or anything. Just the gray. Dad knew exactly which horse he wanted, and usually won, or at least placed or showed.
I miss going to the races with him. He always wanted to go to the Derby, but we never made it.
Football isn't the same. I miss giving him a hard time about the Dallas Cowboys. Cheering for the OSU Cowboys, and him giving my hubby a hard time about the OU Sooners. Dad had a personal vendetta against Barry Switzer, and tormented hubby about it.
And I think that's all I can say about this today. I miss you, Dad.
Dad and my brother at the twins 1st Birthday Party. Dad did not
like having his picutre taken.