The Big Catch
A fishing trip and Daddy's string of fish.
A fishing trip and Daddy's string of fish.
If we had only known that in 6 months that Daddy would have been diagonised with Stage 4 Cancer of his esophagus, throat and brain, we would have made this the best Christmas ever. But I have sweet memories of my Daddy from all the Christmas's past. Daddy's favorite thing to do was guess his gifts from my Momma and 90% of the time he was right on the nail with his guess. My Momma always said, "Frank, you try to ruin Christmas by doing that." Daddy would always smile, wink and try to hide a slight giggle. At times when I sit and think of my Daddy I cannot hold back the tears and at times I feel like I could have done better as being a daughter. We all take life for granit. Not enjoying our loved ones and trying to see and be with them every minute we can. We use the excuses of, oh I had to work or I was just to tired. But, is our parents ever to tired to take time out for us? NO! I miss him always and love him forever. He was "MY" Daddy and I was his papoose. Fly high Daddy on that mountain.