Father’s day love

IMG_7285 Life got away from me and I neglected to post this gem but here it is…sorry for the delay dad.

I was born on Father’s Day which I like to think is a gift that keeps on giving. My mom had me at 6:39 am and my dad played in a golf tournament that evening which he ended up winning. Daddy’s good luck charm right here. There was an article in the paper and I love looking back at it and all the things my mom saved over the years. Her hoarding = my treasures.


Living four hours from my dad is hard but it’s especially hard on Father’s Day. I am blessed to have an amazing dad. So much of our childhood was spent attending various running events, laughing, playing, dancing to music on VH1 or the record player and eating sweets. I never realized how much of what I love is because of him. Running, The Eagles and 70s rock in general, SWEETS, being outdoors and the list goes on. I will never forget at my wedding when the song “Already Gone” by The Eagles came on and we turned to look at it each other.

IMG_5411It breaks my heart to think of all the challenges he has and continues to face. Like, I wish I could make them all go away.  I’m amazed at how he keeps it together. He’s lost both his parents, his mom died when he was in his twenties and shortly after she passed, my uncle Randy (mom’s brother) died. Then after years of successful running, his ability to run at his race-winning caliber slowly decreased. He had my sisters and I (ok not the worst thing in the world) and then lost the love of his life, his fourth grade sweetheart, Kristi Lynn. As if that wasn’t enough, he’s developed his own health issue which will continue to change my knight in dad clothes. Knowing that makes me try to savor every second and memory with him, call you all the time (annoying but you like it) and just hug him and wish I could make it all stop.

It makes me cry when I think of him being at home, alone with our family dog Sophie and it makes me feel so sad and like a jerk for living far away. I think of all the fun he had with my mom, and I’m so thankful to have seen their love but wish she was here for him. He really needs her.

IMG_4969I’ll never understand why some are dealt a harder hand than others. I love you dad. I know you probably won’t read this bc computers annoy you and we don’t want a broken Mac, so I’ll just show you this sometime.

You are the best. I wrote this eating a popsicle because WWFKD (what would Father Keith do?).


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