1 person called him husband.
1 daughter called him dad.
8 sons called him dad.
22 children called him Pa (Grand Pa).
9 people called him Father-in Law.
7 people called him Brother.
28 people called him Brother-in-law.
10 people considered him GodFather.
44 people called him Uncle and to another 30 plus he was Great Uncle.
7 or so people called him Business Partner.
Hundreds at one point called him coach.
And to Thousands and Thousands he was a Role Model.
My Dad, Skip, the man who coined the phrase "Poop and Boogies", died on Wednesday.
I could go on and on about him but that is pretty much what Poop and Boogies the blog is about. If you get a chance, go back and look through some post's about him and let me know which is your favorite one. I would list them but I don't have the time. Just do a blogger search.
As much as Poop and Boogies is a tribute/testament (I am not sure of the word) to my Dad, it is also as much as testament to my Mom (MomO9). Because for as much as anyone looked to my Dad to be their rock, their mentor, their Role Model, my Dad looked to my mom to be his.
Over the past week, from the time my dad went into the hospital, I got to witness some incredible acts of kindness, patience, strength, endurance and love from my brothers and sister and my Mom.
I also consider my self lucky and blessed to have been a part of that because there were moments of real sadness but there were also moments of absolute hilarity and laughter that only my siblings and Mom are capable of doing.
I don't think Skip would have wanted it any other way.