My Dad, My Cheerleader

It was one of the most difficult years of my life. Because of health issues I took a one-year leave of absence from work and moved home to stay with my parents. Bedridden much of the time, I had no assurance that I would be able to return to work at the end of the year.

My dad made me his "project" for the year. I'd received a "Notable Employee" Award shortly before my leave. My dad nailed the award plaque to the wall at eye-level from my bed--to remind me of my goal to return to work and my independent life. Both of us celebrated when I finally walked to the end of the street and back. He and my mom fixed special foods to tempt my non-existent appetite. On the toughest, darkest days and nights, Dad sang his "Shipmates" song to me. Twenty years later, I still hear him singing the "don't give up the ship" line during difficult times.

Thanks in large part to my dad's dedication and cheerleading efforts, I returned to my life in Washington. I'll always be grateful for that year and the amazing gift my dad gave to me. Our relationship, always a strong one, grew even deeper. It was worth every bit of pain I endured.

My dad's cheerleading didn't stop there. He's supported me every step of the way in my writing journey. When The God of All Comfort released, Dad went to the local bookstore and purchased multiple copies to give to family and friends. He made sure the bookstore continued to carry his daughter's book. We talk on the phone once or twice a week. Dad always asks, "How are the books coming? How are the sales?" I'm amazed at how much he's learned about the publishing business!

This is the first Father's Day in awhile that I'm not with my dad. So, Dad, Happy Father's Day across the miles. I love you, I miss you, and I'm so thankful you are my dad.

(The photo was taken at the Tourmalaine Surfer Park Memorial, Pacific Beach in San Diego. My dad, who surfed into his early 80's, is one of the honorees on the plaque.)