Let's just get straight to the point, everyone loves my Daddy. He knows no stranger and you can guarantee he is best friends with all of my best friends. I drink with my Daddy,
Growing up, I didn't always get to see my Daddy as often as we both would like. You see back in the day, my Daddy served this great country of ours.
My Daddy moved back from Las Vegas my last two years of high school after he retired, but I still continued to raise hell. That is until the day I walked down to the hallway to the principals office and I saw my Daddy's orange Harley Davidson jacket sleeve from the door way. My heart stopped. What in the world was I to do? My Momma did a good job at hiding a lot of the stupid things I did from my Dad. But, this was it. I was on the verge of not making it to my senior year if I didn't straighten up.
There's a few things in life that can occur that will result in me feeling like I'm just scum on the ground. Disappointing my Father is one of those things. I guess I never thought about what would happen if he found out about all of the stupid things I had done. I would rather take a million whippings, be grounded for the rest of my life, whatever it may be. I'd take it all, I just can't stand the feeling knowing how disappointed he is in me. And he knows that's all he has to say. I'm not mad at you Ash, I'm just disappointed. Boy, did it cut like a knife.
For the next two years, my Daddy and I got closer than ever before. It wasn't about punishing me anymore, it was about bonding. It was about instilling the values in me that make me a person in society, it was about helping me grow into a responsible adult, and it was about reminding me the lessons he taught me as a child when I first lied to him.
The grass is green, the sky is blue, and life's too short.
So do the right thing 'cause it's the right thing to do.
My Daddy never got to have a son, but between me and my sister I'm pretty sure we gave him the experience he would have had if we were boys. At my sister's wedding, she picked the most spot on song to dance with Daddy to. It wasn't your traditional "make everyone cry" song. It was a song that speaks truth. Pure truth.
Recently, Dad and I took a road trip up to Virginia together and we played this song on repeat for a good thirty minutes. So, for #backthatazzupFriday it must be played again and dedicated to my Daddy on Father's Day.
I'll never get tired of you telling me your stories or asking you for advice, and I'm thankful you never let me down despite the hell I raised. I love you to the moon and back! Happy Father's Day, Daddy!