Monday, February 21, 2011

Wake Up Call

Last week I got a wake up call. My Dad called me to let me know that he is going to be operated on. Dad: who has always been healthy. The idea that he might not be around forever. I couldn't keep from crying, and I am sure he could hear it in my voice. What can I say, I love my Dad. I know that he will be okay.... but it just gives me a chance to brag....
My Dad is a family historian. He was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in 1978, and as soon as he dried off, he started researching his family history. This was like pre-internet days. Now he is serving a service mission, helping others with their family histories.
I love that I grew up with his example. My Grandfather died in 1980. After that, my Dad was always there for my Grandmother, Nannie. So, our summer vacations usually included reroofing Nannie's house, or her garage or building a cement wall. He shows his love through hard work.
I love that we have had time since I have been an adult to really talk to each other. Now, he has not always liked my choices. Leaving Pennsylvania was never in his plans for me. Even then, he thought I would be married within a year. {Okay maybe that had something to do with my giggly teenage years of doing young womeny type things like writing a letter to my future husband, and naming stuffed animals after my boy crushes.] But, he has always supported me. {And I think that I have always surprised him!}
So, I know that I am nervous about his surgery thing.... but I know that he will be okay..... and that I love him....


Lefrontier said...

I'm sure everything is going to go ok with your dad. Best wishes from... A complete stranger. :)