I was writing an instagram post about my dad and figured I should write a little blog too because the post had so much detail and there could be SO much more, because that’s how amazing my dad has been.
Growing up nightly my dad would scratch my back nightly. It’s one of my favorite things, I try to get my husband to nightly now. I have eczema and it’s dry and always itchy haha.
I have never seen my dad drink alcohol. However he has picked me up from jail an hour away after I got my DUI I’m the middle of the night, I’m sure he worked the next day.
When I broke my back and was life flighted to Emanuel, he was there.
When I got my traumatic brain injury, he came to the hospital daily an hour away. For 2 months! This picture is of him sitting with me when I was still unconscious but finally breathing on my own.
When I was a kid he broke his leg badly in our back yard, on a dirt bike. I can remember being terrified and hiding under the bed and was 3!
When I was about 18 we went riding at browns camp, he wrecked I think because of me is what I was told and I had to drive him to the hospital 1 hour away. You could tell he was in pain, yet he acted tough and like he was fine. He only needed surgery on his ankle and has broke it and his wrist.
So the drinking problems he can’t relate too but he always picks me up! He can understand the motorcycle ones a bit more, accidents happen.
When I rolled my FJ on Long Beach in Washington, I called my dad and he picked me up since it was totaled.
When my son was in the NICU, he visited every day and he was there for 3 months. And 15 years later those visitor badges are still in his Honda Goldwing rear cargo case. Not to mention Jax’s other hospital stays he would be at later on.
Yesterday he drove to the beach to come play with my son since we are here, tomorrow he will too.
All I know is he has been the most amazing dad to me. I’m sure I have caused hell and made life hard, but he is always here for me and really doesn’t show is judgement. I know no matter what I can count on this mad I’m good times and bad.
I definitely got my love for motorcycles from him, street and dirt. And have been so lucky to have years of memories riding both with him. I’m so grateful for all he has done for me and continues to do for me, my son and family. Happy Fathers Day to my dad and all the dads out there. A real dad is there for you no matter what and loves you no matter what.