Bringing home a boyfriend to meet your father is always a big deal. The first time Patrick met my father was Father’s Day 2004. At the time, it never even crossed my mind that I would be married to Patrick within the next 16 months. That day he was just a boyfriend, and not the first boyfriend I had introduced to my father but he was definitely the last.
|This was their first Father's Day, taken right before Patrick had to head back home while we stayed in PA|
My father was a very big man, about 6’6” with a good sized belly for most of his life. He always had a beard except for that one time when he shaved his head and beard when I was in my 20’s and he looked really weird. He could come off as intimidating but was really just a big teddy bear. He was also armed which could have scared off any boyfriend but not Patrick. Patrick hadn’t shot in a while so he was more nervous about that. We set off for the club and shot some paper targets. Then Patrick and my dad got to talking about trap shooting. We went back to my parent’s house and traded the pistols for rifles.
|We both love to wear the baby.|
After my dad was injured he never cried and the strongest words he uttered were that it really “smarts”. In no time the ambulance was there and they were checking out my dad’s finger. I remember them asking my dad which hospital he wanted to go to and I was thinking that we did not call a taxi, we called an ambulance so take him to the nearest hospital for crying out loud. I may have said something to that effect but it was 8 years ago so my memory is a bit blurry.
My dad told me to calm down and take the guns home. My dad had priorities and his rifles sitting in his Lumina were not one of them. So I drove that ridiculous minivan to my parent’s house crying most of the way with Patrick freaked out beside me. I get home and put the guns away and the house phone was ringing and ringing. I answered the phone, not sure why as I no longer lived there, but there was no answer. I was full of attitude and screaming hello when a voice announced himself as so and so of the police. They would not be taking my dad to a local hospital. They would be air lifting him to the emergency room at the University of Pennsylvania. He told us where we could meet the helicopter.
The hospital was about a half hour away so we hit the highway and made great time. When we arrived they said my father had not yet arrived. I knew we made great time but how could we have out run a fucking helicopter. Oh yes, I was so mad and freaking out and trying to get my mom on the phone. My mother was a forced to be reckoned with and I really wanted to sic her on this stupid receptionist. I remember there was a fish tank in the waiting room, my dad loved fish. There also were a few gunshot wounds coming in and the place seemed jumping for Father’s Day.
My mom and my aunt arrived and seeing them was a relief. My mom being a nurse and having worked in the ER for years knew who to talk to and what questions to ask. He had a heart attack and pace maker installed years before as well as being diabetic and suffering from rheumatoid arthritis. As he was on blood thinners, I was concerned about him losing too much blood. She got to see him before I did and he was fine, cool as a cucumber. The entire finger had not been severed but a large chunk was missing. He would have to stay the night and might need future operations to attach nerves or ligaments.
My dad was a grin and bear guy and never got any other operations on his hand. It did bother him for the remaining years of his life especially compounded with his arthritis. I felt so horrible that my dad had to spend Father’s Day in the hospital and that Patrick met him under such insane circumstances. I remember Patrick called his dad while we were waiting at the hospital. Such craziness and it would not be the last crazy experiences we would have on an occasion which should have been much happier. Part of me would not have been surprised if Patrick had slowly backed away from me with a it was really nice to meet you but I got to go wash my hair (which he has none).
|Family Fun Time!|
I hope Orion has 1/10 of my father’s strength. I also hope he has the patience, compassion, love of reading, thirst for knowledge, sense of humor, and the culinary adventurousness that both my father and Patrick share. Now that my father is gone, his best dad in the world crown gets passed to Patrick. I think it fits his head rather well. I am a very lucky girl to have such a wonderful husband who is truly a partner in raising our son. I love seeing Orion get excited when his dad comes home from work. Or seeing him sit on his father’s lap and read a book or watch TV together. I look forward to seeing Patrick teach Orion to ride a bike and do all the many things they will do together.
Happy Father’s Day!
|This was on our 6th wedding anniversary.|