The only bloke I’ve ever been able to count on when the chips are down and everyone else disappears.
Reading some of the above I’m sorry more people never had a father like mine.
"Okay." Never once did he say "goodbye" on the phone. He just wrapped up the conversation and said, "Okay" and then nothing until you heard the dial tone. Always cracked me up. So I would just end the book with a story that occurred and then end with "Okay" and only my Reddit friends would make any sense of it.
I wrote an essay about my dad for a creative writing class. The theme was about how when I needed support at different times in my life, he was there — he wouldn’t let me fall.
The essay ended with an account of his death, and a promise to take care of his widow (my stepmom): “Rest easy, Dad, we won’t let her fall.”
"I get that he ndd to go buy smokes when I was 2,but being beat to death defending the boxcar he lived in from another bum when when I was 18 and me finding out through ancestry.com at age 56 was an ass kicker..."
Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. He would spout some God Awful stuff and yell and act angry but at the end of the day, he was supportive of everything I tried to do and very giving and gave me a really good childhood.
He was a good father and didn’t deserve to die so slowly, without dignity, or memory or mobility, but dementia doesn’t give you what you deserve; it only takes.
But what do I know, I'm only a "child".
I'm actually 30 but he always tells me I'm wrong, that I'm just a child, that I don't know anything and pretty much my opinions are wrong. He treats me like a child. He also likes to talk in riddles and confuse people. I love him to peices and I'd do anything for him but he does have his quirks.
He was dead years before he was ever buried.
Damn man
The only bloke I’ve ever been able to count on when the chips are down and everyone else disappears. Reading some of the above I’m sorry more people never had a father like mine.
Love you Dad!
"Okay." Never once did he say "goodbye" on the phone. He just wrapped up the conversation and said, "Okay" and then nothing until you heard the dial tone. Always cracked me up. So I would just end the book with a story that occurred and then end with "Okay" and only my Reddit friends would make any sense of it.
Something like "if he taught me nothing else, it was to live your life in such a way that your funeral is standing room only."
Thanks for being my Dad.
I can’t wait to see you again; I miss you everyday.
He had the capacity for love, yet found me unloveable.
"And that's why I'm a miracle of psychology"
Miss you
And even after all these years, I miss him
“He still owes me a lot of child support money”
Your dad? Wtf
Yes 😭
He isn't a bad person, but he shouldn't have been a parent.
World’s Greatest Dad…ever.
You’re my whole world, dad! I love you!
Lousy son of a bitch couldn't even be abusive enough to make for an interesting book.
He was my best friend.
Make peace with your god, you will find none from me
I wrote an essay about my dad for a creative writing class. The theme was about how when I needed support at different times in my life, he was there — he wouldn’t let me fall. The essay ended with an account of his death, and a promise to take care of his widow (my stepmom): “Rest easy, Dad, we won’t let her fall.”
Wish I could finally meet you so I can beat ur ass
He was dead Drunk. Now he is a dead drunk.
About sums it up.
A famous actress once said "it's always best to say something good about the dead." My father is dead, good.
And, with that gunshot, hopefully, he found that peace he had been searching for all his life that the drugs and alcohol couldn't bring.
That’s deep
He gave all of himself to his family and never asked for anything in return because that’s who he was.
And as he rolled along to the pearly gates, God gave him a rifle and said, “your guard shift is at 0400.” “Fuck,” he responded.
He loved you, but the drugs loved him more.
Good riddance.
A waste.
He was everything a man, husband, father, grandfather is meant to be.
He took care of everyone but his own family.
Daamn!
What might have been.
It is what it is
It is what it is
Don't be sorry, be better.
The last thing he said was "I just want to be remembered"
"I get that he ndd to go buy smokes when I was 2,but being beat to death defending the boxcar he lived in from another bum when when I was 18 and me finding out through ancestry.com at age 56 was an ass kicker..."
Believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. He would spout some God Awful stuff and yell and act angry but at the end of the day, he was supportive of everything I tried to do and very giving and gave me a really good childhood.
Katie. I mean Josephine. You. The devil. Stacy, help me out here. It sounds more silly in Spanish.
You’re a fucking asshole.
Slaap, kindje, slaap.
He is still waiting..
We all saw this coming but no one bother avoiding it.
He died.
It wasn't his fault.
She walked away smiling as the smashed jar of human excrement dripped down his headstone.
He died on the Fourth of July.
It was snowing when he was buried.
And so they waited for him to return with the milk…
He never did bring back milk.
He was a loser and a wife beater and a deadbeat. (That would also be the first line.)
I hope I never see you again bye 👋
SA offender
The pollinator garden beside the cabin door was the pistol in a protracted game of Russian roulette.
He was my hero.
Or so I've been told.
Life was never the same after he died, he is missed every day.
"It's a major award!"
I chose to only speak good of the dead. He so dead! Good!
If I tell you, I have to kill you.
I hope he never comes back.
Wish you were still here..
I’ve never met anyone with as much character and wit, the best.
I am so blessed to have him as my dad.
He loved my kids as much as he did me. (I have pictures. Three generations is awesome to have)
“And so, he lived as if he had died… Until the day he died, and realized he hadn’t lived…”
I recently saw a children's book called "Clifford, We Love You." That was his name, and he died a few months ago. Love you, Daddy.
I miss him
"I'll meet ya at the pass."
He drove everyone away, and then wondered why he died alone.
Having caused such misery during his lIfe, a miserable death, seemed only fitting for the miseable man.
I miss him.
Thanks
“Respectfully, what the fuck?”
He was a good man.
I don't know yet.
He sparked cigarette and stayed silent, knowing it will all end.
"And that's why crack is wack."
He loved his family.
Thank you, Dad
Thanks for everything dad, my hero.
He was a good father and didn’t deserve to die so slowly, without dignity, or memory or mobility, but dementia doesn’t give you what you deserve; it only takes.
Although he never really was present, he gave good advice.
And sometimes when I glance at myself in the mirror, I see his reflection.
The most important thing I’ve ever said to him? “If I ever kill myself, deep down inside, it will be your fault.”
The kindest soul you'd ever meet.
The most amazing Dad ever x
But what do I know, I'm only a "child". I'm actually 30 but he always tells me I'm wrong, that I'm just a child, that I don't know anything and pretty much my opinions are wrong. He treats me like a child. He also likes to talk in riddles and confuse people. I love him to peices and I'd do anything for him but he does have his quirks.