Memories of Dad

The death of my father was a huge turning point in my life. It carved me into who I am today.

Dad was a good guy. He worked a ton of jobs at the same time. Taught accoounting at John Carroll, Mathematics at Dyke college and Benedictine High school, Director of Metro General Hospital, and owner of a home based accounting business. In my adult life I have come to realize why he worked so much. So that his wife and family would be provided for. That work ethic of his has been passed down to me.

My parents raised us Catholic. OLD SCHOOL Catholic. In school, the pwer of God and faith were beat into our brains with a leather bound copy of the Bible. My views on te Bible differ greatly to those of when I was young.

Dad was goofy. Always sticking out his tongue, or giving someone (usualy my mom) the finger. He was intimidating too. 6'5" and 265lbs. People who didn't know him were afraid of him. I remember at one parent/teacher conference at St Barnabus he scared the sh*t out of a teacher that was picking on my sister. (she had a pretty good year after that)

Even with all the work he did, he always made time for us. Playing catch in the yard. Putting together jig saw puzzles. We'd write notes to each other, fold them into paper airplanes and sail them through the air.

No matter how busy his life was, he always had time for us.