Fishing with daddy seventies style.
Fishing with daddy seventies style.

I’m reading a book right now that a dear friend recommended.  It’s called Tattoos on the Heart.  It was written by Father Boyle who started Home Boy Industries.  http://www.homeboyindustries.org/ He’s been working with gangs in LA for close to thirty years now.  This book is full of his stories about the families that he has been able to save and the ones that he has lost. It’s funny and heartbreaking.  I find myself giggling and crying on the same page.

My reason for bringing it up is that I was blessed to have been born to parents who really wanted me and did everything they could to be good parents.  It hurts my heart to think of the children that Father Boyle looked after having such difficult lives; to not feel safe when they walked into their homes,  to not have three meals a day.  My father is not a rich man, but he certainly did everything he could to give his children and his wife a great life.  Well done, dad.

My dad is in his seventies now and still has not found a way to fully retire.  I worry about him.  My sister worries about him and my mom worries about him.  It’s time for him to relax.  He’s worked so hard for so long.  My heart is happiest when I see him swinging on the hammock with his grandbabies, or swinging on the porch swing with momma.  There’s such a sweet soul in this man.  I keep telling mom and dad that I hope they’ll save room for me in their mansion in heaven.

Yesterday was Father’s Day and we all went to the family cottage for the weekend to celebrate.  It started with me picking up momma Friday morning to drive her there.

Road trip with momma
Road trip with momma

We left early on Friday to get there.  Daddy had gone down early Thursday night after getting out of work so that he could open everything up.  Momma and daddy don’t have as much time together as they used to.  Mom and dad are living together part-time while daddy struggles to close his business and sell my childhood home.  Mom lives one block away from me and my sister is less than 3 miles away.  I love having her so close.  I feel better knowing that if she needs me, I’m close by and my sister’s children are able to get to know their grandmother.  If only we could get daddy here more.  Needless to say, they are anxious on the weekends to see each other.  They’ve been married since 1968 and up until a few years ago, they were living in the same town.  It’s been a hard transition for both of them.

Daddy watching the storm come in.
Daddy watching the storm come in.

I watched a large storm roll in Friday night with thunder rumbling in the distance.  My dad, of course had to walk outside onto the pier while I looked on in horror anticipating the lightning.

The rest of the family showed up late on Friday night and we did little more than hug, unpack cars and go to sleep.  Saturday morning we loaded up the kiddos on our boat and daddy took my sister and her husband over to our favorite spot on the beach.  It’a a little island where my dad taught us all to water ski as children.  We call it Ski beach.  We’re creative like that.  🙂

Jeremiah driving our boat.
Jeremiah driving our boat.

Our nephew, Jeremiah loves to drive the boat.  (Don’t worry, Uncle B is always right beside him and in control).  We spent most of the morning and early afternoon playing in the water with the kids and talking with daddy on the beach.  It was perfect.

Chicken fights are always fun.
Chicken fights are always fun.

My sister and brother-in-law cooked us all a fantastic meal Saturday night.  My nephew Jeremiah made dessert. He made it special for his dad and Papaw.

Jeremiah made a Father's Day pie for his dad and his Papaw.
Jeremiah made a Father’s Day pie for his dad and his Papaw.

I spent a lot of time hugging my sister.  I really can’t get enough of her.  I’ve finally joined the Fitbit world, so she and I spent a lot of time walking, too.  We are both pretty competetive.  I’ve challenged her today to a walk off.

Me and my sister.
Me and my sister.

So how did you spend your Father’s Day weekend?  I really enjoyed celebrating with daddy.

10 thoughts on “Celebrating With Daddy

  1. Great post Stinky, I hate that daddy still works, I’m thankful for a relaxing and fun weekend at the cottage with everyone and a big sister who gets me and gets it.

  2. What a great weekend you had, Shannon! There really is NOTHING like family time. You know me and food so my eyes went straight to the Father’s Day pie! I bet it was delish! So glad you have both your parents and that you get to enjoy this time with them. Hopefully your dad will ‘retire’ soon. 🙂

    I was sick all weekend with a horrible head cold so my poor husband got no spoilin’. My kids are both away at their summer jobs and I was in bed sniffling. I better make it up to him, ASAP. I thought a lot about my father – I wrote a post about him and can’t believe it will be 17 years since his passing. It doesn’t seem possible. xo

    1. Your post was so beautifully written. I loved it. I’m sorry that he’s no longer here in body, but I have a feeling from the way your post was written that his spirit isn’t far from you. 🙂

  3. I love so much reading about your precious family. I cannot begin to tell you how special your parents are to our family. Treasure and enjoy every minute with them.

  4. Love this post, especially – makes me feel like I was there with you all at ski beach! Missing those waters and special places, and can’t wait to be there soon. Love you, sweet cousin.

    1. Ahhhh-I love you too, sweet cousin! I’m hoping we can coordinate one of our beach weekends soon. It’s been too long since I’ve hugged your neck and snuggled your babies. 🙂

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