Sunday, June 16, 2013

Happy Fathers Day, Big Poppi



I feel like I have so much to say to you, but the words just are not coming out right. I have tried to write this 3 times already, but the words never fully expressed what I am trying to say.


Simply put, I love you so much, and I am so thankful to you. I don't know how you did it all those years. Working 3 jobs, working 80 hour weeks, putting up with us. You really did lay down your life for us didn't you?


You were such a rock when we were growing up. I don't know how many times I walked into the garage to talk at night. You would be working or tinkering on something, and I would come sit on the counter and tell you about my day, my frustrations, or my dreams. I loved those times. You listened, talked, advised, and then gave me a hug and told me how proud you were of me. You said that all the time, and it was exactly what I needed to hear.


You also listened without judgment. I think that was why I was never scared to confide in you. I knew that if I told you something, you would never hold it over my head. You accepted me flaws and all.


Thank you for loving me Dad. Thank you for spending hours practice soccer with me in the back yard. Thank you for driving thousands of miles to watch every single game I played. Thank you for buying hundred of meals for me after games. Thank you for giving me away at our wedding. Thank you for being who you are and sacrificing your dreams, so that I could achieve mine.


I love you. Happy Fathers day.