Daddy-o

This week is most likely the last week my dad has on this earth.. it seems that the treatments he endured did not slow his cancer.. I have known for a week or so that I needed to spend the time to write a letter to my dad, but I have not done it because the thought makes me cry.
But today I have all these words running in head, the memories, all the little things that made him a great dad.
I think it is time to work on some words.. but it is hard when no words express what I feel.....

1/14/16 8:31 AM PST

Update 2/4/16
Little did I know that my thoughts were right on, My father passed just 24 hours from my post. the next 10 days was spent crossing the country and crying.

on a happy note I am in closer contact with my step-mom then I have before. Part because I am wanting to make sure I check on her every couple of days and part because she wants to fill her time with family. I managed to write a little for my sister that she then edited into the life sketch.. all of us kids added to it in different ways.

This is what I messaged My little sis.

Thinking about dad, I think of stories, learning, working on cars, listening to Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D minor @ full volume, making Adventist History come alive, Singing, Sleeping in a tent with snow on the ground, pitching Camp meeting tents, "helping" build fire breaks, and so many other things.. but what I hold closest to my heart is his Smile and Laugh. He always knew how to make me laugh when I wanted to cry, and to how to laugh at myself. Til we meet again, on that fine morning, I love you and always will.

I also have a story that is dad to the core.... I was about 2 and we had just moved to Norwalk, I did not know everyone yet and when I could not find my mom I went to get Daddy... he was preaching at the time and I just walked up the isle to ask him if he knew where mom was. rather then get upset with me he picked me up and kept right on preaching. years later his reaction to me that day brought a lady to church and she told me that it was me that caused her to want to learn about God, but I know it was not me, but God using Dad to show His love..

I also have been writing a letter to him in diary form, as things come to mind that I really wanted to tell him I jot them down, I had several things that I had wanted to talk to him about before he passed and after that I was never able to.