I REMEMBER A TIME

​​I remember a time when some of my weekends during the winter took place in the country. Going to an airport that was snowed over and being in the front of a snowmobile, going fast, and all I can say is "WOOOOOO". Filled with excitement and no fear of anything because I was secured, in my helmet, snow-gear, and had him behind me holding me. 

I remember a time when I would go camping, taking a boat across the lake to get to the campsite, no one around, but I did not care because I was with him. I knew I would be fed, sleep safely, and be ok. ​

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​I remember a time when I would sleep over and play with the dogs all day outside, play video games, and ride the 4-wheeler. I remember going out in the garage and blown away that he could fix cars and other machines. I knew I did not want the weekend to end, I wanted to stay longer. 

I remember a time when I had to make a pinewood derby car for cub scouts and he helped me make it. I did not win, but I was proud to have done it with him. 

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I remember when I was 11, where I was sitting on the kitchen floor and talking to him and my mother. Them telling me a story of when I was a baby and they took a paternity test, he was not my father. My life felt like it had ended. But he reassured me that he was always going to be my dad and nothing could change that. 

I remember when I was 13, I stayed at his home since Easter night and it was time for a car ride. I asked where we were going and they were pretty silent. I knew something was not right. We arrived at the hospital and I knew something was wrong with my mother. My mother went there for the last time. 18 months of battling cancer and it was near the end. My family let me go in to see her and I saw her with a breathing machine, awake, but could not speak. Everything in my body trying to hold back tears as I looked at her struggling, wanting to speak to me and hold me. He was there to say everything was going to be ok. 

​I remember a time when I had a dad.

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