My Dad

This was originally published over at, but I wanted to share it here too. 

My dad is the cool dad.

The one that all my friends tell me they wish they had.

My dad is the brave dad.

The one that baits the hook and handles all the scary jobs, like catching spiders.

My dad is the protector dad.

The one I can always call, no matter the time of day or where he may be.

My dad is the strong dad.

He stands up to the bullies, even when they try to knock him down.

My dad is the example of who I want to be when I grow up.

My dad is weakening,

the strength he once had no longer what it used to be.

My dad is a body being ravaged by an invader,

being overtaken, cell by cell.

Now it’s my turn to be the cool one, put on the brave face, be his protector, and his strength.

Now it’s my turn to be there whenever and wherever he needs me.

Because this is the example he has set for me, and I am, after all, my father’s daughter.



In all the times I have moved in my life, I have never given any thought to who the senators and representatives were for the area that I was moving to. That has now changed.

I am in the early stages of researching our next move. Part of it is due to my daughter graduating high school in 17 months. The other part is due to the fact that none of us really like the area we find ourselves currently living. 

So with the entire country as our starting point, the research begins.

Any suggestions? Comment below.