Sunday, June 21, 2009

my daddy

my softball coach. loved fried chicken, BBQ and homemade pie. and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups. lawn waterer. sunbather. wave jumper. fisherman. baptist deacon. joke teller. card player. jazz lover. died too soon. i miss you.

7 comments:

trash talk said...

Is it just a thing with us down South to call our fathers "Daddy"? He sounds like he was my kind of man.
Debbie

Meri said...

He sounds like a man's man and probably a real character as well. And as for "daddy," my mom and her sisters called their Oregon dad "Daddy" until he died at 93, so it's not just a Southern thing (or is that thang?). And because my oldest cousin heard his mother and aunts call his grandfather daddy, when he was asked, "Who's that guy?" he responded "Daddyguy." And that's what every one of the grandchildren thereafter and all of the great-grandchildren (and all the spouses) called him. Daddyguy.

Kim Mailhot said...

From one girl who has lost her Daddy to another, big squishy hugs...

deb did it said...

Oh Meri, that "Dadddyguy" story is priceless! I love it. Thanks for sharing. and Kim, what I wouldn't give to get just one hour back with my Daddy. ~ thanks for the hug~

Eleftheria said...

Ι feel the same way. I lost my Dad when I was 8.I felt his absence mostly in my adolescence.I feel orphan until these days. I miss his love, his protection, his voice. Deb, I'm sure our fathers, see us from above. Love from Athens.

mendytexas said...

Such a sweet tribute! :)mendy

Gwen said...

He still lives in you Deb...I see a bit of Scooter in that smile.