I had the best Dad. He was far from perfect but boy did I ever love that man. My parents were happily divorced when I was 8. When I say happily I mean they were very good friends even after the divorce. Yes my Dad drank a lot, he worked in bars and would let us sit up on the bar stools and give us ginger ales and pretzels. He had us every Sunday, and whenever else he wanted. I knew he felt bad about the divorce because he always had a fun day planned for us and spoiled my little brother and I everytime he had money in his pockets.
He got involved in a very bad crowd (Irish mob in South Boston) and went to jail for 2 years. It was a huge blow to our family. After that he wanted to fix his life and get the hell out of Boston so he moved to Florida. After that we only saw him when we went to Fl. for summer vacations and he would come up a few times a year.
He was so much fun to be around. He was the kind of guy that if you were with him he was going to show you a good time. He was so funny and kind and generous to a fault. He made lots of mistakes but I would not change him for the world.
He died at the age of 47 a little over 10 years ago. He went into the ER complaining of back pain and never left. He died 3 months later of lung cancer with his car parked in the same spot when he waled into the ER 3 months prior.
I miss him every minute of every day and now here I go....crying again! Damn!! lol
My dad is the best. He used to play with us, tickle us, take me hunting/fishing. He would go out and start everyone's car before school and wipe off all the mirrors. He would practice softball with me for hours. He was the father of three girls. He used to tell our dates that they had to be able to "whoop his ass" before they could take us out, b/c then he'd know that the boy could take care of us as good as he could...lol! He never made one really try.
I just recently went through a really rough patch, financially and medically (foreclosure, cancer). And he bought out my aunt's part of my deceased grandmother's house and paid to put a new roof on it. I will pay him back when I can, but he hasn't asked or even hinted about it.
I recently had surgery to remove the cancer and mom told me that he cried when the doc said I came through surgery alright and they were able to remove all the cancer.
my father was and still is a jack ass. he is better with my kids then he ever was with me and my siblings. He's an alcoholic. he would go out after work every night drinking and not come home till the bar closed. he and my mother fought terribly. when i was little my mother took us kids out in the middle of the night when she didn't want to fight with him. some nights we got a motel but when we didn't have the money we slept in the car. he did hit my mom i don't know how often as she hid it but when I got older i realized what was going on. he cheated on my mom multiple times and the did seperate at one point but got back together because he stopped drinking for a bit when my older sister (not his) was 16 he kicked her out because he found her and her bf talking in her room on new years eve. she fought with him alot. When i got old enough at 14 or 15 he and i fought alot. i tried to avoid it some nights but he would come into my room and start fights with me. he only ever slapped me once. it was the night he blamed me for my mothers miscarraige. i did the best i could to protect my younger brother and sister. about a week after he slapped me and my mom had the miscarraige she caught him at his g/f's house and ended up packing a bag for him and took that and her car and left it there and walked home. she took my bike the next morning to go get cigarettes and didnt make it there. she came rushing back home hemmoraging. she had to go to the hospital and get a d&c. i called my older sister and on her way to the house she saw his car at the bar. she and i along with a friend of mine took it upon ourselves to pack his shit up and drop it off at his girlfriends house. he came at me that day because i called his g/f a whore. his buddy stopped him. my mom and him divorced soon after but my mother never was happy about what he did. she and my dad ended up back together in 2006 after my moms house flooded. she stayed with him and my little brother. they still fight even now when he gets trashed. hes learned not to mess with me after he came and started with me and dh one night when my oldest was a baby. he showed up at my grandfathers house where i was staying, he showed up with one of my cousins. they came in and started a big fight and then my dad went after dh. dh is a former marine and almost unintentionally killed him. my father had bruises on his neck for weeks. ive fought with him since then but no where near what it used to be. he knows i'm not afraid of him and that dh will kick his ass if he ever tries something with me. i try to keep my temper if he says stupid shit while i am visiting my mom at his house because my kids dont need to see that side of him.