Missing my daddy today, every day.

I, like many of you, drift in and out of daydreaming throughout each day.  While I drift in and out, I think of my dad.  I still have such an incredible pull to want to pick up the phone and call him while I am eating lunch at my desk.  Or, I would wait till around 2:00 pm, right around the time I knew he would be getting ready for his daily siesta, and I would call him just to wake him up.  Yes, I am devious like that.  I would say "Oh, sorry dad, did I wake you up".  He would laugh and tell me, "yes, like usual".  I also used to call him every day on my commute home.  My commute is very lonely without my dad.

I just thought I would check in with anyone who might still check this blog.  This picture was taken one year ago at my babies one year old birthday party.

We miss you Grandpa big Dick!

My dad, the dancing fool

We have so many memories of my father dancing at different weddings.  He really liked to boogie and took his dancing very seriously.  He did the splits on more than two occasions, causing the world to stop for everyone who witnessed the stealthy move.  My dad really knew how to cut a rug, I will give him that!