Showing posts with label My Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Dad. Show all posts

12.29.2009

Happy Birthday Dad!

This is a picture of me and my Dad. We are in the backyard of the house I grew up in, that now Katie, Riley and Vinnie live in. My Dad would have been 89 years old today. He died almost three years ago, but it seems much longer, not sure why. I was born and raised in Long Beach, and actually still live here. This picture was taken at the old Pier Point Landing. It's too bad Long Beach has changed so much. Out of all the family pictures I have, this one is still one of my favorites! This picture was taken about three months after Riley was born. I've shared the story before how my Mom had died just a few days after Riley was born. We all know in our hearts that she just hung on long enough to know that her first great-grandchild arrived safely in the world! My Dad was never the same, but the one thing that would make him smile was Riley! We had all gone to visit my Dad at Assisted Living on Thanksgiving. I know he hated it there, and even more so after my Mom died, but he couldn't be on his own. This man, my Dad, made me absolutely crazy most of my life! I am not kidding, he really was a handful! He had Alzheimer's, and before we moved him to assisted living, he would call my house 20 times a day and leave the most horrible messages for me. Of course everyone found great humor from them, except for me. This man couldn't remember a lot of things, but my phone number was engraved for life in his memory! When he moved to Assisted Living with my Mom, there was NO WAY I was going to get a phone for him! I'm sure you can understand why. And I'll be damned if my dad didn't figure out how to get one hooked up in his room. You can imagine the surprise when I came home from work one day and once again had 20 horrible messages left for me again!! I could have cried. This picture was the first time my Dad held Riley. He had been afraid to hold her before and was so happy when we finally sat her in his lap! And all he could keep saying was, "your mom would have really loved this baby". His health and memory continued to decline, and he quietly died early in the morning on Valentine's day a few months later. I always say, it was his Valentine's gift to my Mom, to be with her again. As time has passed, I've lost the anger I use to have and can now "laugh" at being tortured by my Dad for so many years. I loved my Dad, but he was a handful! I always gave him props for that! I remember the time he was going to sucker punch another old guy in the dining room at Assisted Living! The old guy had popped off to my Dad, so he was ready to sucker punch him! It's nice to have the good memories now of someone that you loved so much at one time. His behavior did keep us entertained, if he wasn't torturing me in the process. Funny thing is, even when they are physically gone, that love stays alive in your heart. So "here's to you Dad", Happy Birthday!

8.03.2009

Monday Morning Memories

My Monday's are like many peoples Saturdays. I work week-ends and am off Mondays, so I have a bit more time to get things done. I mentioned a few posts back, I've been trying to scan many of the old photos of my parents and family while trying to organize them. Above, is a picture of my dad's platoon dog from WWII. My dad, thankfully, wrote on most of his pictures, or made notes about them as you can see the detailed description of Buster! NOW, you can see why all of my family are constantly rescuing our furry little friends. This started generations ago!
This is my dad looking all serious for his "photo opt" in his uniform.This is more like my dad, the guy on the left. He was always such a smartass! Here's my dad again, on the left, with his friends over in Germany. The one thing I will always remember about my dad being such a smartass was about a month before he died. He had lost my mom only a few months prior, and was moved to the Alzheimer floor. If any of you have ever visited THAT floor, it's quite the place to visit! And one day, me being a "dumbass" on that particular day, I decided I would have lunch with my dad and all the other Alzheimer patients on "that floor". Mistake! Alzheimer is a weird disease, if effects people differently. As we sat at the table, my dad was in full form. He was being obnoxious, as usual, telling me he could "beat the hell out of anyone in the room" and then he went on to say he was getting the hell out this place. In the back of the dining room, I hear an old equally smartass ask, "can I have his room", and I thought for sure my dad would beat the hell out of this guy as my dad flipped his head around just looking for the guy that had just popped off! Mr.Moore, Pat the Irishman, Dad, Papa, Great-Papa and the Smartass has given me a lifetime of stories to tell! Thanks Dad.