Sunday, June 20, 2010

My Papa


Golden years are passing by,
These happy golden years.
-Laura Ingalls Wilder


I was a daddy's girl.

Being the only daughter of twelve children you had to expect that. Looking back at my childhood my dad was one of my best friends. I don't think we realize how much someone has an impact on you until they are no longer around. Thats my dad. He is just a laid back, simple guy....but someone that leaves an impression on you. Someone that people remember.

He has been a propane/oil truck driver for over 20 years now. He was the one who taught me what it was to "bleed" a propane tank, how to pump the propane, roll up the hose properly, and print out the customers tickets.
Mondays were the greatest days of my life. Those were the days my dad could bring us kids with him for the day. I remember in the cold days of winter I would make a thermos of hot chocolate and head out to the road to wait for the truck. I loved climbing up in the cab. It always made me feel important looking down at all the cars from that high perch. We would drive for a long time all the while I was peppering my dad with questions. He knew everything, in my mind. I was sure he would have an answer to any problem. I learned so much those long days in his truck. I miss it. Just sitting here writing this brings back all those memories and it make my heart ache for the past.

There are too many things to list about my dad that makes him a great man. I have compiled some pictures of him to give you a little peep into his life.

He has three brothers....then

....and now....


He loves his wife of 32 years....

He is the father of a nation....
He is a fabulous grandpa.....





Is proud of his sons in the military.....



A truck driver...

Shoots guns.....

Loves food....

Loves and jealousy guards his binoculars....

Gets bored at museums while my mom reads EVERY sign.....
Loves the beach.....

And loves me too.....










Happy Fathers Day Papa.....miss you very much. Much love.