Give 'Em a Hug!

[DynamicD74]

Let me start by saying this really has nothing to do with biking, except for the fact that my Dad bought me my first Schwinn Varsity. It was beautiful, and I rode it everywhere. I loved that bike. It was a 24" lime green bike, and it only had two scratches on it. Anyway, my Dad died on May 2nd 2005, and I miss him terribly. All I want for Christmas is my Dad. And, I know that's not happening. I just want one more hug. I was a HUGE Daddy's girl. My point of posting this on the forum is this....all those of you who are Daddy's girls (or boys) like I was ....give your Dads a great big hug and tell them that you love them on Christmas or the start of Hannakuh or whatever religion you tend to follow. I'd give anything for one last hug....

Thanks for letting me post this....

Love to all and your Dads,

Debra

[531phile]

That was really sweet of you Debra. I'm sure your Dad's spirit out there somewhere watching over ya. BTW, do you still have the Schwinn? Why not go out and give it a nice spin around the block as a tribute to your pops.

[RobertHurst]

Let me start by saying this really has nothing to do with biking, except for the fact that my Dad bought me my first Schwinn Varsity. It was beautiful, and I rode it everywhere. I loved that bike. It was a 24" lime green bike, and it only had two scratches on it. Anyway, my Dad died on May 2nd 2005, and I miss him terribly. All I want for Christmas is my Dad. And, I know that's not happening. I just want one more hug. I was a HUGE Daddy's girl. My point of posting this on the forum is this....all those of you who are Daddy's girls (or boys) like I was ....give your Dads a great big hug and tell them that you love them on Christmas or the start of Hannakuh or whatever religion you tend to follow. I'd give anything for one last hug....

Thanks for letting me post this....

Love to all and your Dads,

Debra


Thanks for that, Debra. Sorry about your loss. I know your dad will be with you again this Christmas, just in a different way.

My dad got me a Raleigh Record Ace for Christmas about 25 years ago. Best gift I ever had. Here's to dads.

Take care,

Robert

[531phile]

I'm going see my pops later today and ya, I'll give him a nice big ol' hug just for ya.

[Ritehsedad]

Debra,

From a Dad who has daughters, consider yourself hugged by me and by your Dad!

[Noah Scape]

Impeccable advice, thanks for sharing!

[rykoala]

I have nothing to add except that reading this made me cry. I lost my Dad 3 years ago. Alchoholism is a horrible killer.

[ItsJustMe]

Debra,
Sorry for your loss. My dad died 10 years ago, and I know the world is a different place, a little hollow, afterwards. That hole will never be filled, but the pain goes away.
I'll give my daughter an extra goodnight hug tonight for you.

[I-Like-To-Bike]

All I want for Christmas is my Dad. And, I know that's not happening. I just want one more hug. I was a HUGE Daddy's girl. My point of posting this on the forum is this....all those of you who are Daddy's girls (or boys) like I was ....give your Dads a great big hug and tell them that you love them on Christmas or the start of Hannakuh or whatever religion you tend to follow. I'd give anything for one last hug....
Get a copy of Luther Vandross singing "Dance With My Father". He sings like no one else expressing the same feelings of loss. You'll feel comfort with the music/message:

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'till I fell asleep
And up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure, I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song the would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again

Oooooh

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Yeah yeah, then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I fell asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me

If I could steal, one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how mama would cry for him
I prayed for her even more than me
I prayed for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear lord she's dying to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream

[mexredknee]

....give your Dads a great big hug and tell them that you love them on Christmas or the start of Hannakuh or whatever religion you tend to follow. I'd give anything for one last hug....

Thanks for letting me post this....

Love to all and your Dads,

Debra

Debra, I'm sorry to hear about your dad and wish the best for you this Christmas Season.

My Dad (83 year old) will spend this Christmas in the hospital. He had a heart valve replaced.
Your post made me realize how fortunate I am to have this opportunity. I'll take your advice and give my Dad a big hug tomorrow.
Thank You.

[KingTermite]

Let me start by saying this really has nothing to do with biking, except for the fact that my Dad bought me my first Schwinn Varsity. It was beautiful, and I rode it everywhere. I loved that bike. It was a 24" lime green bike, and it only had two scratches on it. Anyway, my Dad died on May 2nd 2005, and I miss him terribly. All I want for Christmas is my Dad. And, I know that's not happening. I just want one more hug. I was a HUGE Daddy's girl. My point of posting this on the forum is this....all those of you who are Daddy's girls (or boys) like I was ....give your Dads a great big hug and tell them that you love them on Christmas or the start of Hannakuh or whatever religion you tend to follow. I'd give anything for one last hug....

Thanks for letting me post this....

Love to all and your Dads,

Debra

Debra,

I understand where you are coming from completely. My mom died October 2003. My mom was a super (I mean super-uber) Christmas fanatic.....I've always been a bit of a scrooge. But if I didn't hate Christmas enough before, I hate it 10x worse now because it constantly reminds me of mom.

Cheer up girl....first one's always the hardest. It takes a year to get through all the holidays, birthdays, anniversaries and any other event "without" them. Every one will suck bad......until the one year anniversary of their death. After that....it finally resides a bit....it doesn't go away, it just turns from sharp pain, to dull pain.

[DynamicD74]

Thanks to everyone for the love, understanding and virtual hugs! Based on the posts that are here, I see that there are a lot of other very blessed daughters with wonderful fathers out there. Take Care! Happy New Year! (Love you, Dad!)

[DynamicD74]

Thanks so much! I don't still have the Schwinn, but wish I still did. My Dad was the kind of person who always wanted to help people by giving them things, if he could, so when I outgrew it, he gave it to a little boy he knew who didn't have a bike. However, that would explain the used one I have in the garage :-)

[jacksbike]

My Dad owned a bike shop from 1952 until 1978. I worked for him in his shop from the time that I could turn a pedal wrench till I was managing the shop. I owned and operated my own shop from 1978 until 1995. My Dad passed away in 1998 and I miss him terribly, just like everyone above. Like any Dad he passed on his values and judgements to me that I am now passing on to my 2 great kids. We like to go biking together as a family on rail trails in the New England area. Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah to all.

[DynamicD74]

Get a copy of Luther Vandross singing "Dance With My Father". He sings like no one else expressing the same feelings of loss. You'll feel comfort with the music/message:

Back when I was a child
Before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high
And dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'till I fell asleep
And up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure, I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song the would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again

Oooooh

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Yeah yeah, then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I fell asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he, would be gone from me

If I could steal, one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love, to dance with my father, again

Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how mama would cry for him
I prayed for her even more than me
I prayed for her even more than me

I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear lord she's dying to dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep
And this is all I ever dream

I have always loved this song (and Luther Vandross) even before my Dad died. I'm not quite at the point where I can listen to it without really crying, but I will someday. Thanks for reminding me of it. :)