I cherish these pictures with all of my heart, as they are the only ones I have left of him. For those of you that might wonder, that is my beautiful Mama with him in the blog post. In the video, he is shown with his longtime and very dear friend, Pam Austin.
The very last picture on the video is the last one ever taken of Dad. It was taken only ten days before he died.
I believe it captures best what we all loved about Waymon...his smile.
***Read the blog post and then watch the video at the bottom. Be sure to hit pause on my music player so you can hear the music on the video.***
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This year makes the 13th year I have spent Father's Day without you.
I miss you every single day of every single year that passes by. I never realized how hard it would be without you. I miss you at times when I least expect it. I have very few pictures left of you and not one of you and Holley together. It stinks.
My memories are all I have left when my children ask questions about you. I tell them all the funny, crazy stuff we did together.
I tell Holley about how scared you were to hold her the day after she was born.
She just laughs.
I remember the educational things you taught me over the years.
I remember the silly little things.
Because of you:
I learned to check and change the oil in my car.
I learned how to change a flat tire.
I developed a serious constant craving for Chick-A-Dilly chicken.
Every time I see a jar of Tostitos cheese dip I think of you.
I learned to judge the mechanics that work on my car.
I also learned to never let them take advantage of me.
All during my childhood I was convinced I had been named after a carburetor.
I learned to appreciate a person that can hunt and kill their own food.
I developed a deep love for hunting later, because of you.
I see you when I see blue Dickies coveralls.
Crown Royal tastes the best when I miss you terribly and need a good, stiff drink...Waymon Holley style.
Everywhere I look I see hooded eyes.
I learned that sausage is best smoked on the grill and served with mustard.
I remember sitting with you on the porch at Pam's holding your hand...silently.
I remember going hunting with you and sharing a can of Vienna Sausages. YUK!!
You always bought me an ICEE, every time we went into the Pit Stop.
I think of you every time I think of Pam. Those bonds are unbreakable.
Pennywise the clown still scares the crap out of me.
My college degree? It's for you.
To this day I think of you when I see a Nissan truck.
And a Rottweiler.
And a Cocker Spaniel.
And a Beagle.
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