Today my Dad turns 80 years old. Time passes, and we all get older. It always makes us reflect on the past and memories.
I’m extremely lucky to have a wonderful father, who has always been on my side. Growing up, my Dad worked odd shifts, and my Mom mostly took us around every day and kept us busy. But Dad was always there for dinner, key events, vacations, you name it.
My parents always took us on vacation with them. Whether it was a family gathering or just a get away. We came to Las Vegas and stayed at Circus Circus, we had weekend trips to New Jersey to see family or go to the shore and boardwalk, we went on two cruises to the Bahamas. We were always a family that stayed together. We were a traditional family, not wealthy, but my parents knew how to save up enough to enjoy experiences and have just we what needed.
We laugh a lot. Dad is a funny guy. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter. He doesn’t even have an email account. But Mom keeps him up to date. At 80 years old, he still works 4 hours a day. It keeps him young. When I was a cheerleader in High School, he never missed a game, and suffered through cheer competitions, but he enjoyed being there. He is the type of guy that would show up to basketball games, even if I wasn’t cheering, and everyone knew his name. “Hey Pat, how’s it going.” “What’s up Pat?” People always look forward to seeing my Dad. He’s a blast at weddings, he loves to go out to eat, his one liners are hilarious.