My daddy passed away on January 4, 1980. I think about him often and still miss him.
I was the first child of my parents for five years. There might have been a little spoiling going on! I always thought I was his favorite child, although he loved all 4 of us. He called me “monkey” or “monk”….not sure why, maybe because I loved to climb up on his shoulders and comb and roll his hair (in pink rollers no less) while he was watching tv. I was the first daughter to get married and had the first grandchildren. He thought the sun rose and set in my son.
He was a child of the Great Depression. His mother died in a house fire when he was 3 years old. He says it must have been around Christmas time because he remembered getting a toy drum she had hid for his present that year. He and his two brothers, along with their father, farmed. He told me his daddy went to the bank and borrowed $100 to see them through the winter! He joined the Air Force at a young age and rose to the highest rank of a non-commissioned officer. He became a very successful businessman after he retired from the military.
If you are lucky enough that you still have your daddy, don’t forget to tell him you love him and give him a big hug on Father’s Day. I wish I could do the same.