Daddy’s Girl

I have always been my daddy’s little girl.  Dad played Santa Claus a lot when I was little.  I learned early the value of making people smile.  He also played guitar and was a disc jockey, where I get my love of music from.  As a child I would not sleep unless dad was home.  Nights he was at the radio station my mother would turn on a radio in my room so I could hear Dad’s voice.  He would talk to me on-air. 

I also get my irreverent sense of humor from my dad.  He would bring me records (yes, I still have vinyl) of Dr. Demento to listen to in my room.  And he was a huge fan of Wierd Al Yankovic and Cletus T Judd.  Our favorite comedy was Spaceballs.  The first movie Dad took me to the theatre to see was The Buddy Holly Story.  It was a close second to The Blues Brothers on our favorites list.  I remember coming home from school and telling jokes I had heard on the bus.  Mom would make me tell Dad just to see him blush. 

It’s been over a year since Daddy passed.  There are days it feels like it was yesterday.  There are also days I feel his presence around me, a quiet comfort when I need him.  I am happy he’s in a better place, with no pain or sickness, with all the family that went before him that he missed so dearly.  There are still days when wish I could cry on his shoulder.