It's been quite awhile since I have been here. I actually lost the link, but after much searching, I finally found it, thank God. Now that I'm back a lot has gone on since I was last here. I wont be able to tell you everything but the most important first.
On March 7, 2012, we lost my only Sister, Anna Holland. She would have been 48 on 3/12/12. We miss her so much. But now she is with our Dad and I know he is taking good care of her.
This is a time of the year that can be hard for people. Dealing with the fact that loved ones are no longer with them. We know the feeling as we will be missing 2 of our family members this year. We have been doing our best to keep trudging through. We have our moments, that is for sure. We know that they would not want us to be miserable, so we try to honor them and do the best we can.
There isnt a day that goes by that I don't think of Dad and Anna. Sometimes I smile and laugh, thinking about the good days. Playing, riding the horses, having our little horse shows with our Breyer horses and barbies, riding the cute mini bikes that Santa Claus brought us and left IN the house. lol Other days I just cry. I wish I could be more in control, but Im not. Perhaps Im weak. I just dont care. If I need to cry, then I'll cry. Many times it comes at the most inoportune times. But I've never one to hold back and if I get choked up then I go with it. I dont bottle stuff up.
I will try to keep on top of this blog more. I suppose now it will be a blog about My Dad and Anna. I think they both deserve a place on here. We sometimes think we cannot take one more tragedy until it happens. When it happens, we deal with it. Noone ever knows what horrible thing is coming their way. If we did, we would never leave our houses. All we can do is deal with it as it happens and hope that we can hold it together. I think we have done better than many would have, given what we have been through. Dad raised me to be strong, never to give up and never to take any shit. I never have and never will. Im glad Dad raised me to be tough. I do believe that this is the only reason I have been able to keep myself together through everything. Mom is very strong too, Im proud of her and know that it has been so hard on her. I'm so proud to be her Daughter. How did I get so lucky?
Well, I'm going to close for now. Hopefully the next blog will not be as sad, but who knows. This is a place for me to get stuff off my chest so if it depresses anyone, I suggest going to youtube and watching some funny videos. lol
Thanks for reading.
Thanks to Dad's long time friend Dennis, it was brought to my attention that I forgot to mention Dad's name in my Blog.
More about Dad.... For the time being, I am just going to tell you about him in general, then with Mom and the Family's help, I will tell you some really cool stories about my ole man. :)
He lived to take care of us and was the most selfless man you'd ever meet. He lived his life working hard so that "So you kids won't have it as hard as I did". By damn he made sure of it to and he never slowed down, even til the end he was still going like a freight train, full steam ahead as always. He was so brave & never backed away from anything. He was funny & crazy but not insane. Just dieing and suffering. You never know what you will do until you are in that position, so never say you won't do something. You would be suprised what you will do when life hands you something unspeakable.
I want to tell you that he was our Hero, the glue that held our family together, a Prince of a Man who helped everyone. I think he donated to more organizations than you would believe, he was just good like that. He was ALWAYS there to watch over us and every day, we can't believe that he is gone.
We expect him to come walking thru the door carrying far too many bags of groceries at one time, go flying by on his golf cart or to just be sitting in his chair watching his big new TV with it blasting out and Mom asking him to put his headphones on. To hear his ole raspy voice that used to irritate me so much, but I'd give anything I own to hear it just one more time.
Or for he and Ricky to make the weekly batch of Dill pickles that they both so dearly loved. Ricky hasnt eaten or made any since Dad has been gone. We'd give anything to hear him giving us our "Instructions" on how to run the Park. He'd repeat them for what seemed to be a million times, but now we sometimes forget what he told us. He just wanted to make sure that we remembered what to do "When he was dead and gone" as he always put it.
But now he is gone for real and there are days that we handle it better than others. This Blog is for me & Mom. For our healing. I hope it helps anyway. I'm not sure, but it's worth a try I guess. I'm not here to impress anyone or get approval for anything. There are sure to be Type-os and goofs but as the Blog title reads "About My Dad" and that's what it is. It's about my most wonderful Dad and we sure do miss him every day. If you are lucky enought to still have your Pop in your life, go give him a big hug and tell him how much you love him.
I surely wish I could.
This is Dad when he was YOUNG. He was in the US Navy. This was where he got his start in life. He had no idea that there was a monster on his ship called Asbestos. :(
It would come back to haunt him in the end.
To get started, I will begin to tell you about Dad. This is going to take awhile and that is why I started this blog. I could write about him every day and still never finish telling you what a great Father, Husband, Brother and Son he was. He was strong. Strong willed, strong minded and physically strong. He was funny as hell! He was always joking around making someone laugh and Im glad I got that from him. I used to think some of his "sayings" were so goofy but now I think of them and they make me laugh and put such a smile on my face. Dad could also be your worst nightmare if you crossed him. He expected people to be honest. He basically just expected people to treat him as he treated them.
He knew what he wanted, how to get what he wanted and worked his ass off for everything that he ever had. He never asked anyone for a thing, yet he always seemed to be helping someone. He never knew the word QUIT. Before he died, he told me that he was proud of all that he had done with his life and that he had no regrets. He said that he was blessed with 80 good years and while he did not want to die, he said you have to die of something. I just wish it would have been some other way. We will get to that later.
He was German. He had a beautiful twin Sister Helga and an older Brother Harry. The kids would go to school and come home and teach Oma & Opa English. They grew up in Conneticut. He would go on to College at Michigan State and then went to work as an ATF Agent.
In 1970, he and Mom bought Robincrest Park. it was a small mobile home park but had much promise. He had a vision and over time, he brought his vision of a nice quiet and classy Mobile Home Park to life and he was very proud of it. Needless to say, it isnt your typical mobile home park by any means.
I have been running Robincrest since Dad got sick last year. Ricky and Mom are helping. It has been a tough year of ups and downs since Dad has been gone but we are hanging in there and will continue to "Take care of business" as Dad would say.
I suppose I have bored you enough so far. I will figure this blogging thing out eventually and maybe have some organization of these blogs.
Thanks for reading.
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