DAY#16 - My dad
My father would have been 68 today. I find myself being extra emotional the last week of March and in mid May and a few other special times of the year when I think of him.
I miss the oddest things about my father. Like when he would walk into a room and throw his hands in the air and do a Rocky style dance for our family. I am not sure why he did that, but I will never forget it. I have also found myself doing the same thing in front of my kids. (go figure)
He would have been happy to see my determination to lose weight. He never said much about it other than to encourage me when I needed it. My dad was a good guy. He took care of our family and provided for us. He loved God. He was the type of guy who could start a conversation with anyone. He liked working with teens. He always turned off lights to conserve energy. He ate weird things like peanut butter on top of raw cabbage. He liked to have a good time and make people laugh. He was a daredevil. He loved watching the news on TV. and He would have loved his grand children.
There are many more things I could say and perhaps someday I will. But for now, Dad you are missed.
It is emotional days like this that are hard for me. Food has been my comfort for a long time and it is hard to break away from that. I take comfort in the fact that God has promised me that I can cast my cares upon Him, but some days are harder than others.