Tomorrow September 12th will mark 5 years since my dad passing away. He had dementia, a type of alzheimers, and it was just horrible. For him, for us. It was devastating watching him suffer for nearly 7 years and just completely lose himself. These days I don't think of my "sick" dad... I think of the dad I grew up with.
The dad that loved [i mean with a passion loved] hockey, Canada, going down the shore every summer, music, The Beatles and of course Elvis [hence the picture hanging in our dining room in the background in the picture below!!] He was a very passionate man and loved all of those things equally and dearly. He is the reason I love those things... especially music. My first tattoo was music notes for him and I plan to get his initials around or intertwining with it.
But on top of those things being the loves of his life, so was his family. All 6 of his brothers, 3 of his sisters, 4 of his daughters [me :)], his son, his 2 granddaughters, 1 grandson... and my mom. We all love him and miss him so much its hard to think about sometimes. Though my sister and I were young when he was diagnosed with alzheimers, I remember everything about him so vividly. Sometimes I can still smell him in the air. I remember the way his hands felt. The way his skin smelled. My father is the love of my life.
He always teased me saying "one day you're gonna meet a guy, fall in love with him and forget all about me". And daddy, I will never forget you. I love you and miss you dearly every day. And everyday I hear a song that you loved and makes me think of you.. I stop and think of you all over again. And I always will. I Love You.