Saturday, September 24, 2022
I remember being about 9 years old and going with my dad to adopt a dog. We talked about it many times and planned it all out… Naturally, we came home with an orange feisty tabby with a stubborn personality who we named Tiger (ironic, I think not). To this day, I have only adopted orange cats. Both Bella and Dorito, have brought me peace, love, and comfort during very difficult times in my life. I will forever be grateful for those memories and the laughs shared with him.
My dad also passed along his love of games: cards, cribbage and pool. I too, have a rather competitive edge. A love and passion I proudly share fondly with my own son. Sorry to say dad, I still have not adopted a love of golf or fishing. I still talk far too much to catch a bloody fish and I also have zero patience, much like when we would go out in the boat.
I never miss playing a song on the juke box when I come across one, my favourite was always “Bad to the Bone”, his was “These Eyes”. I also never miss the opportunity to play racing games at the arcade. I think my dad spent a small fortune when I was little and I never ever even placed. I always appreciated him supporting me regardless and taking pride in my horrible driving efforts. As a parent, I now take that role and fan boy my son, who also never places, but that never stops my pride, joy and fibs to him that he took gold.
My love for photography has grown into a small obsession. My dad bought me my first camera ever. I am very thankful I got over the phase of taking pictures of peoples ‘ butts and playing “guess whose butt this is”. I am proud to report I have not outgrown being silly and playful, however. I will always find it oddly charming how he was so good at guessing the butt photos right. I guess we both really pay attention to detail.
I will forever cherish my time being his princess. I always wanted to make you proud, dad. I love you.
