My Pop and I on vacation last year
My Pop liked big cigars, vanilla ice cream, blending things, shoot em up movies, John Wayne, Charlie Pride, shrimp, and being nosy. He liked watching boxing matches and playing poker (and had a real poker face), could sit and read for hours and remembered everything he read. He liked gluing and taping things, having a set schedule, and making goofy faces.
Having him for a father means that I learned it's alright to question, it's alright to be inquisitive (ie nosy), and it's never too late to change for the better.
So, I don't want to end up crying so I'll end there.
Next time, my Mom.
P.S. Yes, I'm still crafting. The Eyelet Dress I am working on is trying to beat me, but I won't let it. Those little Size 3 needles are making the process take FOREVER. I have the back done and am about a quarter of the way done with the front. I knit on it exclusively at home, I work on washcloths for the Purls' KAL on the bus. I'll try to post some progress shots next time.