Since his release from hospital for pneumonia, it's TLC for my honey, Total Life Change. He's going to drive me crazy for a while counting carbs and grams, but we are heading in the right direction. I am so happy to tell you Bill is on the mend, eating healthy, resting and getting a little exercise...and making me a little crazy. All is well in my world again. I say that with a big happy smile.
Today I remember my late dad, who, with his own story telling, laid the foundation for mine. He was a fun, playful, carefree dad who made my childhood happy. When I was about four, I walked into Tucci's Market with Daddy. I heard a little girl call her daddy, Dad. I asked my daddy what that meant and when he explained, I smiled. On the spot, he became Dad. He used to scout for scrap metal in the alleys, and sometimes he allowed me to be his side kick. "Come on little boss, you can ride with me today." When I put my bare feet up on the dash of his old 1949 pick up truck, he'd laugh and say, "Pewee, you're stinking up the whole neighborhood." I can still hear his laughter.
Today I pay tribute to my step-dad who provided for me from age 14-18 and for my late mom for over forty years. No matter where I am, I am always caught off guard when I see an older man wearing suspenders. His needs were simple; his greatest past times were the Bible, playing Solitaire and showing strangers his life-long pilot's license. He had five children and talked about them frequently, but it was his oldest son who held a special place in his heart.
I am grateful, today and everyday for these men in my life.