Sunday, June 16, 2013
Dad could also be very fun and laugh lots. My best memories of Dad are when he broke loose and laughed and was silly. So many times when we were building my house or working on someone's house, we would get so tickled together. He would laugh until he had tears in his eyes. The last photo shows his big grin - much like mine, although Dad always looked cool.
I'll never forget the time Dad brought Toby home - they were both drunk as skunks. Dad was a bit less drunk than Toby, which was not saying much. Dad was laughing hard. I was not laughing. Toby could not stand up and he had bits of grass stuck to him where he had fallen. Dad thought the whole thang hilarious. It made me mad, which made Dad laugh even harder. At the time it was not funny to me, but looking back, it was very funny. I'm thankful for a dad who would drink with my husband and laugh and have a great time - making memories. I'm sure there are others out there that could tell similar stories about my Dad. He did like to have fun.
A few days ago was Dad's birthday. He would have been 85. We always celebrated Dad's birthday in RR. Those were the best of times.