It has been almost three years since I have lost my Dad. As I get closer to my wedding, I'd lie if I didn't say the thought of him not being there for this big moment in my life is stinging. He was the kind of dad that made sure he was at every baseball game, front row of every theatre performance (even if they were terrible), and we always had time to talk to each other about anything and everything. Don't get me wrong, I miss this guy everyday, but the wedding is definitely making the longing worse. But all I can think about now are all the good times. As a matter of fact, here's a story that comes to mind, especially with the wedding:
So on the 4th of July of all times, my Dad presided over the marriage of his friend and his new bride. If you knew him, the best was that he wasn't religious AT ALL. He never detested religion, it just wasn't something that peaked his interest. Why go to church on Sunday when the Broncos usually have the early game, right? But his friend asked him to be the minister at his wedding, my dad did the online test, and three days later, Father Bob was ready to go. It's just a testament to the guy he was. He would give the shirt off of his back if he had to.
But somebody above may have been unhappy because that very same afternoon, our kitchen caught on fire, and we had to remodel almost our whole downstairs. My dad laughed as the fire department came in and he said, "No more weddings for me."
Fuck I miss that guy. Here are the bonus pictures from that wedding he officiated!