I just want to share the kind of father Dad was to me. For as far back as I can remember, Dad was my unsung hero. He was steadfast and true, guarding his wee family and being the best husband and father one could wish for. He had a fun sense of humor and taught me little ditties and tricks that I have passed on to my kids. He never hesitated to help me with anything I asked, whether it was to fix a broken toy, tie my shoes, help with my homework or drive and pick me up from friend’s homes or dances. He refereed my mother’s and my battles, defusing situations without definitively picking sides, just restoring peace. Dad took me tobogganing, took me fishing and duck hunting, taught me how to ride a bike and how to drive a car, taught me how to paint and wire up a light fixture. He also taught me the value of hard work. And the beauty of nature. He found me my first car, my first apartment and was one of the first to show up when I had my babies. He always had my back, I could talk to him about just about anything without being judged. His love was unconditional. Always. Since Mum passed, I have been his caregiver, keeping him comfortably at home where he wanted to be. And although he always expressed his gratitude and love for all the things I did, it was HE that was my rock, my calm. I guess I thought Dad would be around forever and it certainly was looking that way as he came up on his 94th birthday! Unfortunately 2020 brought about Covid 19, which I diligently kept Dad safe from for twelve months until he landed in temporary rehab care in January where he contracted it. He fought so hard. I will miss him forever; I will miss our car rides, our casino runs, watching TV with him and discussing life in general. He was my Dad, first and foremost, and he was my best friend. Love you dad, rest easy. And thank you.
