First~ let me tell you- I am the baby of a family of 12 ..and my dad was a man of few words...very few..He grumbled- we knew we in trouble..if he smiled- he was proud of us. Saying that - here is my story..
When I was first sick, my dad had not been well himself. He was told he would have to go on Dialysis - and was NOT going to do it...anyway - I had not seen him - as I was living in southern Iowa - 4 hours from here...So I had gone through chemo and radiation and was of course with out hair, my face was so swollen, and I pretty much looked bad...- My brother was to get married and I was going to take my first trip home...When I arrived - it was late so I went right to the hotel and didn't end up seeing my dad until the rehearsal at the church the next day. I walked in with just a baseball hat on - and he looked across at me and waved me over...He grabbed my hand - and he just starred at me..He got tears in his eyes...and for the first time ever - My dad said - "I love you Toad, you know that right? You've always known that - right?......" My mom told me everyday that she loved me....I had NEVER heard my dad say it...I felt it - don't get me wrong, but never heard....That was the day - I will never forget.....Before he died..I sat at his bed - and held his hand - and told him I loved him over 1000 times...just so he knew it too........
:-6 On a happy note - I can remember the hundreds of times that my dad took me to the sale barn and I would come home with new kitties, puppies, goats, lambs - horses, Anything I wanted - there was always love there, he just didn't know how to express it........I miss my DADDY
