I have the tightest hold on my Dad in my life since losing my Mum ten years ago. Everything scares me and my biggest fear is losing him. He suffers from diabetes and it's slowly taking over (of course, much to my dismay, this is what both my grandparents suffered from in their last years). The thing is, my Dad talks about dying. He has things that he wants us children to do for him at his funeral and he's liberal with discussing it (as in, he gave all of us six kids his will on Christmas day in 2008). However, my Dad is one of the most generous and upbeat individuals you could ever meet. He's trusting and extremely loyal and is always there if you need anything. I mean anything. He gives the postman and garbage truck driver Holiday gifts each year. He puts on the most fantastic July 4th fireworks display the Ballard community has ever seen (and he's nearly burnt down our house in the process...funny/scary story actually). He loves his prized Harley. Most importantly he loves his family very much. Money doesn't mean anything to him when it comes to his kids and grandkids. It's as if it does grow on trees.
Sometimes, I wish it were true.
Even though we don't see eye-to-eye all the time, you're still my Dad, and I wouldn't trade you for the world.