My dad was known as Big Dave. When I think of him, several things come to mind:
The Broker…car salesman. He could sell you a car even if you couldn’t drive. He had a magnetic personality and he helped many of the local car dealers start their businesses.
Champion Bowler – He loved to bowl and won various tournaments back in the day. I remember going to the bowling alley but it really wasn’t my thing. I grew up to play softball, volleyball and basketball.
#1 Papa – He loved my girls. He loved for them to come and swim at his house. He often drove to their softball games if the games were local.
The Grillmaster – My daddy made the best ribs in the south. (my opinion) He is the only reason that I even eat porterhouse steak. He made the best ribs and porterhouse steak. My girls loved going to Papa’s house to celebrate their birthdays. They also love a good porterhouse steak and ribs to this day.
When I was in high school, my parents divorced. Some of the people in the church and community referred to me as being from a ‘broken home’. I never felt that my home was broken. My mom held our home together.
My dad passed away suddenly of a massive heart attack. I miss him every day. I see his eyes in the great-grandson who he never met. He saw the one who made him great, my granddaughter, but he passed away when she was 5 months old. Today, he is in heaven watching over me and my family. One of my best memories was going fishing with him.
I know my dad is in heaven and that I will be reunited with him one day. He would tell me to slow down and enjoy every minute of every day. I invite you to do the same.