I Love You, Daddy!

This week I lost a dedicated fan as well as a dear friend: Last Monday morning, while I was away in Georgia, my Father-in-law ( I called him 'Daddy'), stopped breathing and passed on to the other side.

A Father-in-law who saw no flaw in this new face in his family.
In his eyes, I could do no wrong. (as my wife sneers: Cause yer shit don't stink!)

People can talk about love, acceptance, and all that... but if you ain't given it, you don't believe in it.
Daddy believed in it... he lived it...  a Christian Gentleman of the Old School, Texas style.

He and I became exceptionally close the last few years, as he became weaker and I became more 'there' so to speak...
We had some moments, I tell ya...
Moments I'd rather not repeat, but will do all over again if it means he would still be with us.

Every night, I'd tuck him in, kiss his forehead and say "G'nite Daddy, Love you" and he'd respond: "And I love you." in that heartfelt, central-Texas accent, where you know he meant it.

Today, the house seems so empty without him.
I will hear his voice and feel his love for as long I live...

But ya know...
I am not always who I try to be...
Often times, I ain't hardly trying that hard to begin with, if at all...
But I got 'this'.
When the wife is less-than-impressed with me, I simply say: 'Talk to Daddy'...

End of discussion.
I do take it.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.
Make the most of it.
Enjoy the family and the friendships...
Take the time to look around you, and realize just what those other morons mean in your life...
Cause the day may/will come when some of them will be absent from the table.
Get that, ok?

Around here, we're just getting through it best we could (as in, not very well.)...  cause this week kinda sucks.