As a little girl I liked holding my Daddy’s hand and riding on his shoulders. I felt taller and loved. He was a big bad tickle monster and told the most spooky stories..like the Monkey Claw….rhghghg. He chased a real bad guy down an alley with ax who tried to hurt Laura and I. My Hero!.
When I had the good fortune to be in The Winter’s Tale at Court Theater “, Dad drove me to rehearsals. It was a little bit of our time together. I was a bit of a show off..still am.. and I liked to show off for my Dad.
Later, I have fond memories in Akron of being woken every morning by Dad…It’s time to get up rise and shine.” I was a teenager. I didn’t really want to wake up. Looking back I do appreciate that early morning wake up and the car rides to school.
My relationship with Dad hasn’t all been sunshine. He and I got into some hell of yelling matches when I was in high school. I blamed him for our parents divorce. It always takes two to tango.
Love you Dad.