My Daddy's Birthday

Well today I dedicate this blog to my Daddy, because it is his birthday.  Happy Birthday Daddy!  Me and my dad don't live close to each other, so there's not many birthdays we share together, but we know each of us think of each other on this special day and every day for that matter.  My dad is one of my favorite men, and until my husband came along, he was my only favorite man.  My poor daddy, has to share me with some other guy who comes along and steals his baby girl, bad man.  Naw, we love Philip.  I have always thought my Dad hung the moon, and could never ever do wrong.  I still believe that, by the way, just now I realize we are all made with some flaws.  I almost lost my dad in July of 2007, it was one of the worst days of my life, where I thought this could be it, he might not be able to say it's ok baby girl I am gonna be okay.  I can remember getting the call from Brenda, saying he was going to the ER and I needed to come, I couldn't comprehend, this wasn't my first rodeo with my Dad going to the hospital, but this time felt different, and something told me so.  I called my husband and we rushed to the coast, when we got there they were still running tests and figuring things out.  We waited and waited, and they took us all to the ICU waiting room.  My dad is so loved, there were alot of people.  I remember sitting there thinking of all the times we had together the good, the bad, the ugly, but it didn't matter at that moment, all I wanted was for my daddy to be ok.  The doctor came out and wanted to speak to me and Brenda, so we went back there and got to see him, it was heartbreaking to see him, swollen, hooked up to IV's, monitors, and not being awake, I looked at him and realized this was not my Daddy, where is my daddy I thought, and I lost it, I had to walk out and the minute I walked out the ICU doors I fell to my knees, and I couldn't hold it anymore, I cried and cried, and all I could remember is my husband picking me off the floor and holding me, which is great, cause he doesn't deal well with me crying.  My dad had to have surgery to go in and relieve some pressure from his brain, and clip a brain aneurysm,. What happened, as he was shaving he dropped like a sack of potatoes and was gone, but through the might power of prayer he came back to us, five hours later he came out of surgery, and the doctor said the road would be long but he would recover.  Well the next day, we had to leave because we were closing on our new home, yeah in the middle of all of that we go through this, so that night I get a call that my dad, who they said wouldn't for a while, woke up, pulled his vent tube out, and started speaking, praise the Lord, so to this day my Dad is a walking miracle.  Me and my dad are not as close as I would love for us to be, and part of that is my fault, and I miss that so much, I wish he lived closer, I wish him and my husband could go fishing, I wish that when we have kids, I could take them around the block and down the street to Papaw's house, and drop them off, but it's not like that, and it makes me sad sometimes, but it's life, and we go on.  I pray that I can find a way to be a better daughter to my Dad and that he knows no matter what I love him so very much and even though I am not there on his birthday, that he can imagine I am wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a big hug.  I love you Daddy, Happy Birthday.