Today is my dad's birthday. In honor of you Dad, I intend to consume a slice of carrot cake and a tall glass of cold milk. My brother Benj thought we should write you letters and mail them to you for your birthday but of course I did not get it done. And I decided it would be better to post it publicly on my blog. It is my first blog in over 7 months and I can think of no better way to get started again than to say "Thank You" to you Dad and wish you a very public "Happy Birthday"
Keith Urban sings a song, "Song For Dad", off his "Golden Road" album. I heard it again a few weeks ago and it hit me. One of the lines reads "he did the best he could". As children I used to think you and mom were superheroes. And of course, I know now that is not true. But it takes a long time to recognize that as a child.
One of my very first memories with you was when we went to the fireworks in Seaside, probably with Grandma and Grandpa. I may have been anywhere from 2-3 years old, I am not entirely sure. I hid in your chest and I remember feeling safe as you gathered me in your arms and shielded me from the loud and scary sounds and lights. Now I love fireworks!
I remember when you guys took me to get my first bike and Jason got his first Big Wheel and mine was a bright shiny red Schwinn. I was so excited! It took me forever to learn to ride, but I did. We lived in Astoria and about the same time you had this old motorcycle that never worked but you would give us rides around the yard and try to get it started by running it down the big hill in our back yard of the house on Grand Avenue. It never worked, of course. You and mom and Uncle Pat and Aunt Linda would play Millebornes and one of my favorite Christmases ever was in that house. Mom made candy and I got fashion plates.
We had the real 8-track tapes and vinyl and you let me listen to classic rock bands like the Eagles, Fleetwood Mac and the Doobie Brothers. You had this album of Cat Stevens and it fascinated me. I would spend what seemed like hours looking at it mainly because there was some sort of spider on it. We moved up to Forest Grove and then Banks after a series of logging accidents forced you to train for a new career. You had been going to school during the week and then coming home on the weekends. Honestly, I don't know how you did it.
I started playing t-ball and softball and was so excited for my new cleats I ran back and forth outside Grandpa's apartment in Forest Grove the night I got them just to prove my cleats made me run faster. We moved to Banks and I played softball and then volleyball and then we moved on to Portland because you had to move into the city because you started working for the city. I really, really wanted to go to Grant High School because I had met some guys who went to Grant that came to wrestle at Banks Jr. High. One weekend, my parents blindfolded my brother Jason and I and drove us through the Portland to show us where our new house was. 2 blocks from Grant High School.
I could go on and on with memories and I think what I am trying to say is even through all the difficulties, and there are lots, I would not trade you for anyone else. I can honestly say I love you with all my heart. Last summer we had such a great time with you and I miss you! I felt sad when you left and I can't tell you how many times when I'm driving I'm looking for places you could move to so you could be closer. Benj and I have even talked about coming to visit you in Montana. And if you ever do want to move, you know you already have a moving crew.
I am proud of the way you have persevered, if I can say that, and I just want you to know that. I have so many good memories and you taught me so many good things. My love of music, the written word, teaching me to be independent, my quirky sense of humor, my heritage and I am proud to say I am your daughter. So watch this video, and listen to this song, and though he talks about being a son or man, you can insert daughter or woman in there. Happy Birthday Dad, I love you so much!