Cheers, Dad
He told me when Osama Bin Laden died we would have a bottle of champagne, but then he died a month after 9/11 because he was an alcoholic.
He told me when Osama Bin Laden died we would have a bottle of champagne, but then he died a month after 9/11 because he was an alcoholic.
When her shaky and sobbing voicemail said to call her back asap, the worst thing I could think of was maybe her dog was dead, not her father.
After the divorce, I found the stash of pictures my Dad had of my Mother and burned them without him knowing it.
Hands-down, the best week to tell your father you accidentally drove his car off a large rock formation in your friend's front yard when you were in high school is the week before you get married.
My only memory of my dad is being held up to wave goodbye to the ambulance which took him to the hospital where he died.
My dad couldn't remember what type of animal was on the hood ornament of a Jaguar.
When I was five, I licked my father's shaver and cut my tongue.
I never thought that one day I would come home to a fire truck in my drive way and my dad valiantly dousing the trees with a hose after our burn pile shifted to the woods, but it has made an excellent dinner story at every family gathering since.
My dad's last note to me was "Always hear the music in your life."
When I came home late and found the lawnmower in my bed, I realized my dad wasn't kidding when he said he wanted the grass mowed "today."
Only after stepping on a lego in the middle of the night and ignoring the pain in order not to wake up the little princess I was carrying to bed did I realize that I was really a dad and not just a father.
The first time I ever shaved, my dad said, "Be careful, the razors are razor-sharp."
When I went downstairs to use the internet I found my father passed out drunk in front of the computer, so I blogged over top of him.
When I told my dad I'd misplaced my class ring, he told me his was lost 30 years ago when "a girl died in a car accident."
He told me I would have to pay for my own wedding as he was packing for his 3 week cruise through Europe on a chartered yacht.
I considered the date over when he announced that he was going to be a dad by the time he was 20.
His best record was that he went fifteen minutes before asking me what my grades were when I got home from boarding school.
That night I fell out of bed and smacked my nose on the metal bedframe, and the next morning my dad joked that the toothfairy pushed me.
I thought it was pretty cool when my dad told me he had joined a band, until he informed me that he would be playing the spoons and the triangle.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
I have a clock in my living room that my dad loved and it stopped on the day he died at the exact time of his death.
My childhood finally made sense when I saw a cross dresser walk down the street and realized that that was my dad.
I did not say goodbye to my Dad as he left for work the last time.
In order to feel as if he had some sort of control over his cancer, my father would search the streets for a dollar in change before each chemo session.
Standing next to my dad this Christmas, I realized for the first time that he's reached the age at which people begin to get shorter.
It's never like the movies...we pulled the plug and he took two hours to die.
My dad died six years ago and I'm starting forget what he was like because it hurts too much for me to think about him.
My very married, sixty-year-old father obviously doesn't know that you can search by e-mail address on Myspace since he has a page that says he's thirty, single, and there for "dating."
My dad came to one of our high school track meets and I finished last in the 1000 meter run.
Right before my father died nearly 20 years ago, he told me to quit smoking, and last month I finally did.
Your husband never noticing you've had your hair done is bad enough, but my dad didn't notice when my mum broke her leg and had it in plaster.
The only reason I felt bad when my dad's girlfriend left him was it meant he was coming back to live with us.