Back to Blogging: Day 2

The assignment for today is to re-upload a post you wish more people had read.  I chose the following post, which I wrote on what would have been my dad’s 65th birthday in May of this year i. It was so heartfelt and got almost no page views and no comments. It was important to me because it was one of my first really honest posts that wasn’t about mothering or my baby.

Dads

1970s

Yesterday would have been my dad’s 65th birthday. He died over five years ago and his birthday still bums me out a bit. He never really got a birthday celebration growing up, it always seemed to be overshadowed by something, first communions, school trips, recitals, girl scout events and every few years, Mother’s Day. He always accepted it being moved quite graciously and only seemed to want socks, underwear and garden hoses as gifts.  While we had our differences, I’m lucky we had a chance to work everything out and spent some great years together before he passed away.

1980s

My son was born 5 years to the day after my dad died and as a result got an unexpected middle name addition which is cool because Spencer’s dad has two middle names, too. I have to think that that birthday was my dad’s way of saying hi and giving his blessing. My boy doesn’t have any living grandparents on my side of the family, and part of me feels guilty, like I robbed my parents of the chance to be grandparents by waiting until my 30s to have a child. And my dad wanted a boy so badly, and was stuck with just me and my sister. As a result, we learned to use power tools and played lots of backyard catch, and for that I am grateful.  I have good friends whose dads’ died when they were quite young and my husband’s dad died when he was 2. So, I understand that I am lucky to have my dad until just after my 30th birthday. Still, I’m sad today and I think it is ok. Sometimes, in pictures, my little guy has the same exact glint in his eye that my dad had and I know it is my dad saying hi.

1990s

Perhaps my favorite memories of my dad are him teaching me how to ride a bike and then drive a car, both took place at our town’s government center because we lived on a hilly street with no sidewalks that didn’t lend itself to learning either. He had such a calming and unflappable presence; it made learning easy. My mom, on the other hand, was prone to new driver hysterics. Now, that I am a mom, I understand that a little better. I am also thinking that my husband will be the one giving the driving lessons. As an added bonus, he has a lot of experience, seeing as how he taught every other one of my female friends how to drive a stick in high school. Not me though. He STILL hasn’t taught me how to drive a stick, but now that we own one again, plans are in the works.

2000s

This post has veered a little wildly. Most likely because I wrote it over the entire course of his birthday and decided to wait a day to post it. I was in a pretty big funk when I started, but after (finally) finding the box of family photos I have been trying to find for the last 2 years, I am in much better spirits. Happy Birthday, Dad!

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9 Responses to “Back to Blogging: Day 2”

  1. Birthday are rough. Thankfully my parents are still with us, but we lost my brother nearly 4 years ago and his birthday is always bitter sweet.

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  2. Stacey says:

    What sweet memories. I think it’s wonderful that you wrote it down so that you have it always. And what a wonderful birthday for your son. Stopping by from SITS

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  3. Suzanne says:

    Aw, Amy, I’m sorry I didn’t comment the first time but I DEFINITELY read it and it made me tear up then too. It’s a beautiful tribute to your dad.

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  4. Lynn says:

    This post really resonates with me. My father just passed away on August 16. I have yet to go through the holidays without him or experience his birthday or Father’s Day. Those will all be tough days for me.

    Thanks for stopping by my blog.

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    Amy Reply:

    I’m so sorry for your loss. Losing Dad is tough.

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  5. Lisa Ladrido says:

    Hi Amy,
    Stopping by from SITS. What a beautiful post. Losing a parent is so difficult and it was good that you were able to write your memories down to honor your dad’s birthday. I lost my mom in 1993 and we were so close. Take care. Lisa

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  6. Christa says:

    I wrote a long comment before but my internet lost it :(

    I’m glad your reposted this it is def worth reading. I’m sorry you lost your Dad so young, I couldn’t even imagine! I <3 that you took your son coming on the same day your Dad passed but 5 years later as his way of giving his blessing! I think that's so true. He made a day that was once only sad happy again :)

    Stopping by from SITS your button caught my eye on the Link Up!

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  7. Jennifer says:

    This post brought a tear to my eye… My father is still alive but tonight he called me and asked me the very same question as he did last week – only he thought he was asking for the first time. I have to say there have been moments lately that have really started to frighten me about my dad’s mind. I think it shows his age and brings more of a reality into my heart of the longevity that we all have here on this earth. I am glad you reposted this one!

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  8. Stefan says:

    Hi,
    I think that if you like to write and engage others on subjects of which you have some command or experience, then blogging is a wonderful application with which you can interact with people who share similar interests as you.

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