re: Say Something Good About Your Dad

Good advice. Thank you. I will try.

My Dad is 42 years Sober and a role model to all who know him. Truly a changed, great human being.

Hang in there, celebrate him tomorrow and do something nice for yourself. My dad passed away a few years ago, but it is still always a tough weekend for me. I'm going out with my brother to eat his favorite food and share some stories - followed by a massage and a mani/pedi.

A few people have invited me to their Father's Day celebrations, but I don't think I'm ready for all of that.

My dad took me to my first LSU game at the tad pan in 1989. He also left me at the dome and remembered after he got to the car. He’s 65 and I get to take him to games now.

he never was too tired to throw after working then either going to night school or writing his dissertation. I love hanging out with him.

He also taught me about music and movies. The man missed my nieces birth to go to hippie fest! To hear him tell stories about Maravich, Hendrix, jethro tull, and cussing out Archie Manning at the 1970 ole miss Houston game( he waited in the parking lot for his friends) and how he hitchhiked all over just to go.
If I was half the man he is, I’d be a really good man.

My dad was my best friend. Died 27 years ago from a massive heart attack at 61 yo. Miss you pops.

I literally have the bestest dad ever.

I posted this in 2008 on the 5 year anniversary of my Dad's death. I still feel the same:



Let your parents know how much you appreciate them now! Posted on 8/26/08 at 7:35 pm

I know that I'm one of the oldsters here and this post is not meant to be a whiney or poor me post. I guess I'm a bit nostalgic tonight, as it was 5 years ago today that my Dad died.

He was a great guy. He put himself through college and law school at night on the GI Bill after WWII, while working as an X-Ray technician during the day. He was in school until I was 4 and a brother and sister came after me before he graduated. Another sister and brother came along later.

He put us all through Catholic Grammar and High Schools; Colleges; and Law and Medical Schools. I still don't know how he did it, I had a hard enough time getting my one son through college. But he and my Mom sacrificed and put their kids first.

He was a well known attorney in NYC who tried a lot of cases and did very well for himself. But I do not remember him ever missing a dinner with the family, despite his obligations as an attorney.

He loved to build things and work with his hands. His pride and joy was a grandfather clock that was built in 1790 that he refurbished.

He suffered a major stroke on December 20, 1997 and was completely dependent on my Mom until his death on August 26, 2003. I told my Mom that she needed help, the fact that she had been a RN was not enough. Mom hadn't formally practiced nursing since I was born. But she always said, "It's my job to take care of your Father."

I always called the folks on Sunday evening. In my final conversation with him on Sunday, August 24, 2003 after a nice chat his last words to me were, "Keep your nose clean, that's my sermon for the day." He went into a coma on Monday and died on Tuesday.

While I am happy that he is no longer in any pain, not a day goes by that I do not miss him and miss talking with him. I'm glad that he knew, and my Mom knows, how very much I appreciate all that they did for me and my son.

Thanks for everything, I love you, Dad! R.I.P.

My dad never complains and will do anything for you. He is 90 years old and is with me in Omaha at the College World Series this week. Happy Fathers Day!