Sunday, June 20, 2010

My Dad

To every young girl, her father is a hero.  For me, that was certainly the case.  When I was little, my Dad nicknamed me Mouse.  Throughout my life, he got me "mouse" related gifts at all of the holidays and sometimes, just because.  I had stuffed mice, tall mice, crystal mice, pottery mice, swarovski mice, mouse plates, mouse ornaments, one time, a vacuum cleaner cover that was a giant mouse, door stop mice, giant mice, you name it.  And those two GIANT mice I keep out front by my door.  The ones that wore Laker's jerseys during playoffs, and Bunny ears at Easter, and Santa caps at Christmas, also from my Dad.  My Dad found that first giant mouse in a gift shop while on a trip one summer with two of their grandsons.  The mouse was out in front of the shop, and my Dad asked how much it was.  The lady told him it wasn't really for sale, she used it as a prop.  My Dad bought that mouse from her, and it rode home in between my nephews Chad and Timmy.  They still talk about that long ride home with  a giant mouse between them.

It became a fun thing to collect, and he and my Mom never went anywhere without seeking out some special mouse to bring home to me.  Our local newspaper used to run a weekly story on special collections and I wrote in about mine.  They came out and did a story.  This photo showed only a teeny tiny few of the mice I had on display for them to see.  It was taken about 15 years ago.
We lost my Dad 7 years ago.  It was a devastating blow to our family.  There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him.  My Mom always says, "He was the architect of our lives" and I think of that so often.  He was a very special man indeed.  Those of you reading this that knew him, already know.  I have heard it said that the most important thing you can leave behind to those you love, is the mark you leave on their life.  This is so very true of my Dad.  My Dad loved his family more than anything else in the whole world.  He loved spending time us.  That did not change after all of us grew up and began our own families either.  We did things as a large family group at every opportunity.  Most of which revolved around boating of some type.
This next picture is a treasure of mine.  It was taken only a few short months before learning he was ill.  He had just bought a new boat and we were all out on it in Newport Beach.  My daughter Erika took this picture and had this frame made for me at Christmas.  I still can't look at it without crying.  It is so very special to me.  And it is the last photo of the two of us together.
I wanted to get up and bring him yellow and red roses from the two rose bushes I took out of their yard when Mom sold the house and moved. My Dad had planted those rose bushes shortly before he got sick.  That is what I always bring to him when I go to chat with him.  I think he will understand me not going today, having shingles and all.  In fact he would say, "Kristin, you get yourself back home right now and do what the doctor told you to do, you hear me?"  I hear you Dad.  I love you Dad.  I miss you Dad.  Happy Father's Day Dad.
PS  My salute to another very special "Dad" in my life will be later this evening!

8 comments:

Katie said...

So very Precious Kristy!!

NanaNor's said...

What an incredible tribute to you dad Kris. He must have been very proud of who you are! Love the mouse collection and the photo was soo touching. So I hope you are following the advice he would have given which is to stay home and get some rest and hopefully relief from the pain.
Blessings, Noreen

Lauri said...

There is something special about a father and a daughter. I too miss my dad today and always.

Genn said...

Oh you made me cry. I miss him too. Happy Papa's Day Papa. Luv- P-fer

Debbie said...

Oh Kris your post had me in tears. Especially when I saw that pic and the frame. What a treasure and what a wonderful dad you had! I LOVE that he collected mice for you and brought you the giant one that wasn't even for sale. I think he lived the role of a father in just the perfect way...the proof was in how loved and cherished he made you feel. How you must miss him. Hope you are feeling a little better and are taking good care of yourself. Hugs,Deb

Diane said...

This was beautiful, Kris. I still have tears in my eyes. You are a very lucky woman to have had a man like him as your father. I loved the picture of the newspaper article. What a wonderful treasure. The engraved frame with that beautiful picture is such a stunning momento. I've been off for a while and I am so sorry to hear about you having the shingles. I am praying that you and your hubby can get some relief and that you will both be feeling much beter soon.

Erika Grover said...

Tears...a few to say the least. Great post. I miss Papa very much. Happy Papa's Day too Papa

Kelly said...

your dad was such a fun guy! i love the last picture of the two of you. another tear jerker...