I’m gonna make a thread about how awesome my dad is. Even though taking care of him these last few years has been difficult, I do appreciate how badass of a dad he is and was to us growing up.. I’ll add to it all weekend. Stick with it, I have some gems.

He came to everything. No joke. Every basketball, soccer, volleyball, football.. game we ever had. All three of us. From the time we were 5. With the exception of when I was playing soccer in England, he insisted I call collect after each game to give him a recap. He was there.

And he never once made me feel inferior to my brothers sports, cause I’m female. Even tho we got shitty fields, hand me down boys uniforms, crappy practice times, he always gave the same level of respect in his feedback and coaching to me as he did them.

He would sit in his old ford up on the hill so he could see the whole field, &give me pointers after each game. When I moved up in the ranks,he’d drive me an hour each way,twice a week,for 2 hour practices,cause he wanted to know what we were working on.Even when I had my license

Every weekend we were traveling, he would come, every tournament away, he was there. My catastrophic knee injury, every appointment, surgery, specialist. He was there.

So sometimes people ask me why I left my perfect happy life I had to move to a place I hate, to live with this dude who drives me fucking crazy. Who orders so much shit from Amazon he doesn’t need, and watches more NCIS than is legally allowed.. cause he did everything for us.

Now I get to witness how much joy he gets from having grandkids. I’m telling you guys.. nothing makes him happier. He edits photos of them for hours, he makes slide shows of them. He sets the pvr to record paw patrol in case they come over. He bought baby gear to store here

I’ll come home from working 12 hours and he will need some milk or something so I’ll say ‘want to go to the grocery store?’ This dude is so fucking pumped to get to go sit in the car in parking lot- he’s like a damn puppy on a grand adventure. He can’t walk far enough to go in

You can take him anywhere and he’s happy. Even just a drive. We call them toots. If you want to make his day you say “ wanna go for a toot” and he points out where all his drs work, even though he’s told you 9000 times, just let him tell you his memories, the ones he still has.

He loves to talk about the past, cause it’s what he knows, and most of it is complete bullshit. And he holds a grudge like no other. a bank screwed him over 40 years ago and he has to tell you every time you drive by it. It’s exhausting. I’m tired.

The other day he ordered another fucking fish turner. We don’t cook or eat fish. We have 10. But he read the reviews and they all said it was the best one. And maybe if he has the right tools he can learn how to cook. I’m gonna put them in people’s stockings this year.

I always make sure his favourite foods are in the house, ready to eat. I put them in containers- easy to heat up, And this asshole sneaks out and gets Tim hortons every damn day instead. But he forgets he’s not supposed to, then tells me all about their new menu items.

Last night he stayed up to watch the first episode of my fav show. Cause he likes to be involved in whatever I’m doing. He even records every Canucks and Seahawks game for me so I don’t miss anything while I’m at work.

and let me tell you.. there is no one out there that hates Luke P more than my dad. Or who passionately cheers for his favourites on the voice. He’s just a good dad. He’d be a terrible fucking husband- good lord my poor mother. But he’s kickass in the dad department.

I’m gonna think of some funny shit he’s done over the years... stay tuned.