Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. I love having this opportunity to write about the first man I ever loved.
He’s gone now, which is still hard for me to believe. Lots of times I have a question that I think only he can answer. And for a split second I almost reach for the phone.
Daddy’s spirit still lives on in how I view the world and how I interact with those around me.
He was the first man I ever trusted.
Daddy’s humility helped me to understand what is really important in life.
Daddy’s courage fueled me with tenacity. His confidence in me as a little girl was just what I needed. Under his watchful eye, I explored the world more freely because he was there.
When I met the man I would eventually marry, I felt an immediate connection to him after learning he had a passion for cars and loved to drive them fast. Somewhere in my subconscience, I was looking for things he had in common with my Daddy.
As a kid, we spent a lot of our weekends at race tracks or impromptu races with other “fast cars” on country back roads.
My brothers and I stood for millions of hours huddled around hot rods with the hoods raised discussing the finer points of carburetors, the love hate relationship with fuel injectors, small blocks vs. big blocks and high-performance transmissions.
Let’s not forget shiny valve covers.
The shinier the better.
When I was a little girl, my goal in life was to rebuild a carburetor faster than a boy blind-folded. Just like Daisy did in one episode of Dukes of Hazzard.
Yes, these are all influences from the first man I ever loved.
There’s only one person I know who perfected the freezing time for soda to achieve just the right icy consistency to have small flakes of ice without loosing the bubbles while taking care not to burst the bottle.
Yes, only my Daddy, with his eye for precision could pull off such a maneuver. And he did it well.
Every detail was important.