It was eight years ago today I lost my dad. He had been ill for many years, he battled cancer three different times. He was strong, stubborn, and as feisty as the day is long! I lost a strong arm to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, and I lost a friend and confidant.
He was a hard worker who always provided for us. I remember him working three jobs to make sure we always had what we needed. We had many fun times, he taught me to ride a bike, motorcycles and horses. He even put up with a bunch of screaming kids in a movie theater just so I could see "A Hard Days Night" and "HELP". He loved to blast the radio in the car, he knew all the words to all the songs we listened to!!
There were road trips to visit family and friends. He would take us by the bus load to zoos, parks, lakes, and museums. But my favorite was riding with him on his bus route to the Pulaski Day Parade in NYC. I loved the dancers, the Babka, and the Pierogies. But what I loved most was spending father and daughter time together.
It's funny how something I see on TV or a song I here on the radio will make me think of him. I don't shed as many tears as I did. But now when I do they are tears of happiness, because I have so many wonderful things to remember...
I LOVE and MISS YOU, DAD