My Hard Road Ahead

My Dad relocated us from Connecticut to Colorado when I was almost 14. I don't think any of us imagined the blessings that could come from leaving the only home we'd ever known for the great, wild west. 

My Dad bought me my first CD at 16: Paul Simon's Graceland. His musical influence on me started way before that, and I think he's the only person that could slip in a CD with a completely straight face, play the first song and say "It's the Squirrel Nut Zippers!"

My Dad (and Mom) dropped me off at college just before I turned 18. I don't think he made it back to Greeley more than twice until I graduated 4 years later, but I've always considered that an expression of his faith in my independence and individuality, as opposed to the alternative: that he couldn't stand the smell of the town where I chose to go to college. :o)

My Dad walked me down the aisle at 20--twelve years ago today. Probably not his first choice for things to do with your daughter before she's 21, but I believe he was proud of my choice.

My Dad gave each of his daughters a gift from Tiffany's one Christmas, saying that every girl deserves to see that little blue box under the tree at least once. 

My Dad became a Papa 6 years ago, when Toby was born on Father's Day. I couldn't imagine a better Father's Day gift for my Dad. I have been so proud of him and the experiences he provided for Toby and Norah. (He took Toby to his first Major League baseball game, bought him his first baseball glove, and they caught a foul ball together!)

I will have to bury my Dad this week. I'm 32--half his age. I hate to think of all the memories we're going to have as a family without him here. It really hurts, both for me and for my Mom and sisters, but also for my kids and for BJ. Just the potential of missed conversations, quiet times, trips, and gatherings leave such huge holes in the road ahead.

If you'd like to come share with us in celebrating my Dad's life we'll be at Colorado Community Church in Denver at 3 pm on Tuesday, August 9th.