My Dad...my biggest fan...the man who believed in me maybe when I didn't...the guy I called when I was lying on the bathroom floor, sick with the flu or when my heart was broken by a boyfriend. Today I celebrate my dad. Today I celebrate the love I have for my dad every day.
Three years ago I wrote my dad's eulogy - the celebration of him...not a list of accomplishments, but a celebration of who he was and still is. I have it right beside me. What struck me as I reread it was how relevant it is today. I wrote, "I would like to begin today by thanking everyone for joining us to celebrate my dad. He never wanted a funeral...he wanted to celebrate - celebrate his life and the times we shared with him." I want to celebrate my dad, the way I remember him...the way I love him.
Three years ago today my dad passed away. He was on a trip of a lifetime with my mom and son. He told all of his friends in the weeks leading up to this opportunity how excited he was. He was so happy to have the chance to take Jamison on this vacation...to teach him...to have fun...to just be together. What a gift that time turned out to be. He died in paradise with his biggest love, Jamison, right by his side, He died with the warm tropical sun bathing his back. Despite all the beauty and love, he still died. Three years ago, my world changed forever.
My dad was my biggest fan. Sometimes this was embarrassing - mortifying, in fact. He attended my piano recitals, telling other dads that his daughter was better than theirs. Shouting "encouragement" at me from the sidelines. Clapping loudly for all to hear. My dad didn't often articulate how proud he was to us, but he did frequently share his feelings with close friends and family.
There were moments of pure heroics in our lives. Moments when my dad risked his safety to preserve mine. One such event took place at Pigeon Lake...a walk before bed turned in to the run of my life as incredibly vicious dogs chased me from cabin to cabin. My dad swore my feet never touched the ground as I flew to our cabin, the hot breath of the dogs right behind my chubby legs. My dad, my hero shot out of the cabin to stop the dogs from hurting me. He was my protector.
My dad took us all to Hawaii, year after year for family holidays. It was his place (ok, it was my mom's first, but it became his). It was our place, On one such trip when I was 10, I saw my dad, again, as my protector. I was swimming, pulled out to sea by a strong under-tow. Before I knew it I was beyond anywhere safe. The surfers wouldn't even come to my rescue. Huge rocks to my left...huge waves breaking over my head. Like a flash, my dad was there - clinging to the rocks as waves crashed on and around him...threatening to toss him into the sea as well. I can't tell you what he said to me or how everything transpired, but I know that my dad (not a swimmer) risked his life to save mine. Thank god I had long hair that he could grab and pull...his feet were all cut and bleeding, but his goal was clear - not to give up! I have written about this experience many times. The power of the moment has not waned in 37 years...it probably never will.


My dad was a leader, He was loyal, He was ethical. He had integrity. He exemplified hard work. He valued relationships, honesty and commitment. He had such an amazing reputation in the community. His support never waivered. His expectations never lowered. He lived his values every day.
The legacy he created was never more evident the day he died. His values of family, love, loyalty and hard work came through loud and clear. The strength of the bond between my dad and my son - the love they had for each other - the loyalty they felt towards each other fueled the journey they both faced. To this day, three years later, it is hard for me to imagine just what happened - how a boy of 8 years of age could pull a man of my dad's size to shore.
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This is a celebration without an end...my heart doesn't ache quite the way it did three years ago. It is as full, if not more, with the love I have for my dad. I have much to celebrate in the life he gave me and in the love we had. When I look at my son, I see my dad...every...single...day. I am thankful for his part in my journey!
