My dad.

My dad came down Island today to hang out. We played squash and then had a few beers and just talked.

When I was younger and when my parents seperated, my dad was always my hero. I guess my mom felt the need to play the bad guy, so it was always my dad coming to the rescue on eating my gross veggies at the table or helping me with my homework. Whenever my mom yelled at me, my dad would always go calm me down or just explain why they were mad at me. This isn't to say my mom was a villian, all kids get yelled at and have to eat their greens; my dad was just the one who made it a little bit easier.

Now that I'm twenty and living on my own, he's still my hero sneaking stuff under the table for me. Whenever I'm around he gives me money and offers me whatever I might need. He basically pays my rent and anytime I have school fees he's always writing a cheque. I don't even ask, he just comes around and does it for me. If I ever need a place to stay, he'll always offer his house. When I am home he always offers to pay me for heavy lifting and help on his house renovations.

I really do Love my dad, but at times I hate when he comes down. I hate that he has to leave and we can't just hang out and talk, or even just watch a hockey game together. It feels like whenever he comes and leaves my heart gets caught in my throat. I wish he lived next door and at night I could just come in with a six pack and catch up with him.

I feel like I owe my dad so much, but I don't ever have anything to offer him. I don't feel like I made him proud in sports, even though he said he never cared about that. I really hope that I do become a sucess one day, just so I can stand up and tell him that I owe it all to him. I really hope I have the money to take him to a hockey game, out on a cruise or even give him money for a vacation.

Thanks Pops. I hope one day I can show you through my own career how important you are to me.