"DADDY"

I do not have much memory of my early childhood with my Dad. I know that he always worked at least two jobs so we could have the things that we needed, and wanted. When I was about nine we moved. It was not very far, just a new house. It was then, that my Dad and I really started to not relate very much anymore, at all. While I am not sure why, "What The Hell" it happened. I always admired my girlfriends that had a great relationship with their Fathers. I guess something about girls and their Dads. I just did not have it! Somewhere down the road, after my son Patrick was born, my Dad and I also were born. He, and I have been very close since then. He is a great, Grandfather. The boys all call him "Dad." "Dad" is now 88, soon to be 89. His mind is not as good as it used to be. I am sorry for him. He is a Marine, and does not like to not be sharp all the time. I am sad for all the years that we did not share together. But so very, very grateful for all the days we have now. He is really a funny guy! "What the Hell" I never new that! I hug and kiss him. And "What the Hell" he even tells me he loves me! Thanks Daddy, I love you too! XOXO