Remembering Dad.

Dad passed away three years ago today. I miss him terribly. I keep deleting sad posts.

He was awesome. My rock. I was daddy’s little girl. He taught me to always question what people told me, he would say, “never believe anything you hear and only half of what you see.” Whenever I said a smart ass remark he would look at me above his glasses with his eyebrows raised, like an old schoolmarm. He liked calling me at 5 a.m. to tell me I was missing the best part of the day. He woke up early every morning, read from his bible, drank black coffee and surfed sites about conspiracy theories. He was a truck driver, had a green diesel truck, wore flannel and boots, sported a foo manchu mustache, chain-smoked Camel cigarettes and drank plenty of beer. He fixed my cars when they broke down, laughed at the clothes I wore, and always asked me, “what do you know?”

He loved me.
I miss him.