Memories of my Father
Today is Father's Day and I am going to write two posts, one for my father and one for the man in my life that is a father in my household. My earliest memory of my father goes back to when I was 10 years old. I was staying at his house for a few days while my mother was visiting with my Aunty in Pleasanton. It was one of the first times I was staying with my dad overnight without my mother there. Since the divorce I hadn't really seen much of my dad, but I knew who he was. Since we lived so far away it was hard to really spend lot's of time with him, but I did enjoy the time I did spend with him. This particular time, I got sick while I was with him. Not real sick or anything just a head cold or sinus infection. I remember being really stuffed up and uncomfortable. I think I even had a fever but Dad was on top of the situation. He got me some medicine and made me some chicken noodle soup. He gave me a cool cloth and turned on cartoons ...