Postcard to my daddy

"Rachel. Rachel! RACHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!" It's like only yesterday I can hear my father screaming my name ,as his favorite Dodge Ram rolls quickly down a hillside, and slams into a telephone pole. His 5 year old daughter just really really wanted to drive the truck though. LOL I am thankful for a father that shown me mercy on that day....for he spared my life. haha

Growing up I can remember a few things which were guaranteed from my dad, here is a small list in no particular order:

~He WILL make you laugh.

~There will only be one woman for him, his wife. To this day I swear my father has never even checked out another womans ankles.

~When life gets hard, he will likely find a spot , any spot, and sleep it off.

~3:30pm means a bowl of Tin Roof Sundae and a 20 min nap in the recliner.

~He loves new toys(see photo above)

~If there is music at your event, he is dancing up a storm!

~And no matter what, you will take care of your parents without question when they need help!

With regards to the last point. A dear friend of mine told me he asked his father 'why he never bought a sports car', to which his father replied," You're my sports car!". Such a simple statement, with such a selfless and sacraficing meaning. My father has always made his family his devotion of time, money, and energy. The tables are turning, I am entering a stage of prosperity in which I am able to offer my father the opportunity to retire, and take care of his needs(i.e. summer home in Alaska and circa 1970's pimp van).

Thanks dad!

Love Louie Luella