I am very blessed in that I had two wonderful, yet very different, Dads. They both helped raise me, had a lot to do with who I am today, they both loved me and nurtured me. I have written a lot about my step-dad, Eric, but not a lot about my biological Dad. Today, as I am missing my step-dad so very much, it struck me that my bio Dad is still here and I should honor him today.
Dad and I had a difficult time for quite awhile. He married a wonderful woman who was raising three girls on her own, as their Dad didn't really have a lot to do with them. My Dad, being the type of man he is, saw where Eric was doing such a great job with us, he felt my step-mom's girls needed him a bit more than we did. In doing this Dad missed a lot. He acknowledges this fact. Our relationship has come a long way and I choose to focus on the good times and be grateful for the relationship I have with him today.
I can remember as a little girl, before my parents divorced, sitting in Dad's lap watching "Dukes of Hazard", "Hee Haw", or "CHiPS" while eating peanut butter and jelly on saltines. He'd put the peanut butter and jelly in a bowl, mix it up, then we'd spread it on the crackers. This is just a really strong memory I have. I remember him tickling me, watching him as he worked on stain glass in his work shop, and comforting me. If I had a nightmare Dad would come in my room, read a bit of the Bible to me and I would calm down.
There was a popular song in the 80's and it, to this day, always makes me think of my Dad: