I remember looking out my window to see if your truck was in the driveway.
I remember playing in your truck, pretending that I was driving some far off place like you.
I remember watching in awe as you backed that truck and trailer into the driveway same as it were a VW.
I was always proud to be a truck driver’s daughter.
I remember deciding to watch sports so that we’d have something to talk about when you were home.
You took me to ABA games and the “Little Four” tourney.
From this seed, I played 3 sports through high school.
No, you didn’t make it to my games - but that’s okay. We talked about them.
You could take the opposite view and ‘argue’ the point even if you didn’t agree with it.
I learned this debate skill from you and used it as a member of my speech team.
I’m sure my ability to argue a point frustrates some people to no end.
Thanks Daddy, it’s one of my super powers.
My teen years were rough.
I was so angry with you.
My grief over Mommie dying presented itself as anger.
I said some pretty foul things, but you loved me through it.
I’m very grateful that I apologized to you years ago for all of that.
You were part of my village.
My girls have always had you.
I remember when they got to be old enough to go get ice cream with you.
It was a big deal for them.
You were the rock. My foundation stood strong because you believed in me and them.
You always wanted the best for me.
You always asked questions about my business.
You were my cheerleader when no one else was in my corner.
I wasn’t ready .
I told you when you were in the hospital last month that I still needed my Daddy.
We'd always laugh when I asserted that 'baby's rights are forever'.
We didn’t talk often, but it was our way.
I am an old school truck driver’s daughter. I don’t need constant communication.
I knew I was loved 100% and you knew I loved you 100% too.
I’m as hard headed and stubborn as you, but I listened.
I learned. I’m growing.
I love you Daddy. Enjoy your reunion with Mommie.
My father was 102 years old at his passing. He'd been a long haul truck driver for 4 decades. Before that he was a merchant marine and stopped going to sea to be home more often. The US Department of Defense recognized merchant seamen for their contributions during WWII. He was a proud vet. My dad was also a cancer survivor. He is one of the reasons that I participate in American Cancer Society fundraising challenges.