My Dad is my favorite person.
I used to talk to him on the phone everyday. Sometimes, just about silly things like American Idol (he always just said "AI"), Glee, and our pets.
He was a hard worker. He actually worked two jobs while I was growing up. During the day, he managed condos and at night, he delivered newspapers. It was a lot of work and he didn't get a lot of sleep but he did it for us.
My Dad loved music. He was named after the great musician, Stan Kenton. He played the trombone in jazz band and marching band. I also remember going to the community band practice with him.
He was a notorious one word texter. Not because he wasn't interested in texting back and forth but he wasn't the fastest texter ever so I'd get responses like "Wow" "cool" "ok" "hi" "Glee" "A.I.". I always laughed when I read his responses.
My Dad LOVED karaoke. It was rather ridiculous and sometimes embarrassing. Ha! I am actually the person that got him hooked. They used to have karaoke at the pier, downtown, when I was in high school. So we all went. For his 50th Birthday, we threw him a big bash at my house and we even hired a karaoke dj. It was a fun night.
I am still waiting for him to call or text. When I was in Florida, I heard my brother's voice and for a split second, thought it was my Dad. I was also waiting for him to walk into the room. It is never going to happen but I wish it would. I wish I could turn back the hands of time. I want my Dad back. Every girl needs their Daddy and I need mine.
What makes me really sad is that my future children will never know their Grandpa. I always had little flashes of my future children hanging out with my Mom and Dad. Now it is impossible.
I love you, Dad. I know you are watching over me but I wish you were here on Earth with us. I know you are at peace though. Love ya! xoxo