My Father and me on the Harley - one of the few pictures I have of him
My father has been gone for 29 Father's Days. I still can't believe it has been that long. He had his demons, as we all do, but his were bad ones. I have a few good memories of him - watching Shirley Temple movies on tv on Sunday mornings - she was always losing her dad. We tried to put Saturday nite's screaming and yelling out of our little minds. To this day I sleep with the covers over my ears. It blocked out some of the sounds from downstairs. He was a good mechanic but as is always the case, everyone else's vehicles were taken care of - except his own. He was a pilot for Leaven's Brothers and was the first person to land a plane on Pelee Island at night to pick up a woman who was going to have a baby He loved his motorcycles - we named one of our dogs after the Suzuki he brought home in a basket and put back together. We had a 250 Harley Davidson motorcycle that we learned to ride on with him. He loved to be up at Susan's farm. In the later years, he had calmed down but never quite gave up the drinking. He ran out of time. He made peace with my Mother and they remained friends to the end.
I wish my childhood had been different but it made me the person I am today - I know that I have learned the lessons my father never knew he taught me.
See Ya Bye