If I think quickly about my dad, I’d say he was generous, strong-willed, strong-minded, strong everything. A towering man with a loud voice but also a soft heart. He was mad a lot when we were younger. Blew his top easily. But he also loved to help people out of a jam. Find a way to make some part of their life easier. He’d laugh at the stupidest jokes. Especially his own. And he clearly liked to document his travels and good times as evidenced by the photo albums full of snaps like the one above that include train ticket stubs, army patches and postcards from the towns he visited. I really like that I have his travel scrapbooks and can still find gems I hadn’t noticed… like my dad in shortyshorts, flip flops and a sassy pose. He’s good stuff.
I’m amazed that he’s been gone five years today. I’m doing really well even swallowing that fact. I miss him like crazy but am grateful for who he was and what he all taught me. Like, being responsible for yourself and trying to make the best of any situation. And laughing a lot. Some of my best traits are pulled straight from his playbook, probably some of my worst too. Anyway, he remains my dad and hero in my heart.