With Father's Day coming up, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about my Dad. He was a pretty fabulous Dad, though you probably would not have caught me saying that 15 years ago. What is it about teenagers that makes it hard for them to see how awesome their parents are anyways? Forget that. What is it about people in general that makes it so hard for us to appreciate those in our lives that matter the most? Four years after my Dad's passing, I still feel the strongest pangs of guilt that I did not tell him often enough how much I loved and appreciated who he was.
* My Dad was an outdoorsy kinda guy. He loved fishing, hiking, camping, and cooking over a fire. We spent a lot of time as kids playing in the foothills east of town while my Dad sat nearby and watched with a good book and a big gulp by his side. That's when he most relaxed.
(This picture was taken in Waterton shortly after my Dad and Mom were married. Clearly he is cool.)
* He had some pretty crazy jobs in his time. For awhile before I was born, he served in the Calgary police force in the city. He even spent FIVE years riding undercover with a notorious and large motorcycle gang. In another instance when he was not undercover, he was shot, which led him to eventually leave the force and became a private investigator. He had some pretty good stories, and I never was sure whether or not I could believe him. I'm pretty sure that they are all true.
* He acted tough, but deep down he was an absolute pushover. I mean how else could 4 kids have been allowed to own an iguana, a hamster, a dog and several cats all at the same time? He wasn't really ever wealthy, but when he could spoil us, he would!
* To prove how spoiled some of us were, he would pre-sign letters to the school excusing us from class, and we could use those "get out of class" notes at our own leisure (on the condition that we keep our grades up of course). And let's be honest- this mostly only applied to my brother;)
* One time my younger sister Crystal was being picked on during recess. One boy actually grabbed a clump of dirt and shoved it in her mouth. My Dad happened to be driving by in his "cop car" at that very moment. He instantly flashed his lights and turned on the siren for a second. Then he got out of the car, came around the fence into the school yard, picked that boy up by his collar and warned him to "never come near his daughter again, or else!" Sure it was a little over the top, but we always felt safe knowing that Dad was nearby.
* Growing up I sometimes thought that he was a little, you know, "rough around the edges." For example, every fast Sunday he would take us out of primary so that we could go eat out at the local Chinese Restaurant on the edge of town then called Cedar Gardens. I never really knew how to explain that to my friends, but I tell ya, I still can't eat an egg roll without thinking of all those delicious fast Sundays spent skipping class.
* He once grew his gray hair out long and slicked it back into a pony tail. It embarrassed us to no end and that thrilled him!
* I remember each and every single hour he spent trying to teach me how to drive a car. He was the worst.teacher.ever. (or so I thought;) I remember one time he had yelled at me for not stopping quick enough and I just turned to him and yelled right back. How sassy, right? He looked at me, stunned, and then got out of the car and walked home, leaving me sheepishly sitting in a car I couldn't drive. One of my worst memories ever, and I hope my kids don't ever learn to treat me the way I treated him that day.
* He always said that as soon as we all left home and got married, he was going to get a motorcycle and ride off into the sunset. He promised us that the only time we'd ever see him was when he came to visit the grandkids and "teach them how to swear."
For the record- he never did ride off far away, but he did visit his grandkids often. He would call them daily just to hear them say his name, or to hear about the crazy things they were doing. And he never did teach them how to swear either;) He was the best Grandpa EVER!
This Father's Day I will be remembering all of the crazy, sometimes maddening, occasionally against the grain, but now lovable things that made my Dad the awesome person he was. And is!
My Dad was one in a million, that's for sure!

























