As promised I am doing a post about my dad and why he is special to me. A small few of my readers will already know some of this information.
In April 2011 my family had got together to celebrate dad's 80th birthday. It was a special celebration made all the more memorable because only 2 years previously he'd had a life threatening heart problem and subsequent critical operation. It had been a long recuperation for him but he is now looking better than ever. Aware that time is precious triggered my decision to spend more time with my dad last Christmas.
My dad and I have had a special relationship since I was little that evolved around our Catholic faith and sporting interests.
I was brought up as a Catholic and religion played a big part in my early life leading up to my entering the Seminary to train as a Catholic Priest. My mum and dad were extremely proud of their oldest boy pursuing this calling. Sadly for them I only lasted 2 years and branched out into the big bad world.
When I was growing up my dad and I did a lot together in the sporting arena with competition fierce. We both have a highly competitive streak which occasionally could get a bit nasty. My fondest memories are having dad see me score a try in rugby when I was about 10. We also for many years played regular squash games with honours pretty even.
The sporting activity that I remember best are the early morning golf outings. Through my College years dad would get me up at 5:30 once or twice a week and we would go to Chisholm Park, our favourite golf course and play 9 holes. Sadly no matter how often I played my performance never improved and dad always had the edge.
On leaving school the activity that dad and I have enjoyed most together is going to the local pub, having a beer and shooting some pool.
This now brings me back to the present. My dad now lives at the Little Sisters of the Poor as he is well looked after there. He runs the poor sisters ragged sometimes and he is the life and soul of the Home. Although he has become a little more frail he is as sharp as a tack when he gets on the pool table. Even now when we play I know I have to be on my best form to take him down. As dad and I often say May the Best Man Win and if he doesn't I'm sure he will come up with a hard luck story or equally good excuse.
Is your dad still alive? Do you have special memories? What special activities did you or do you do still with your dad?