Dad

 

I read a eulogy today at my dad’s celebration of life. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. For those who couldn’t be there, this is what I read. 

Dad

I have written this and changed it and let very few friends read it and changed it again. Only to rewrite it in its entirety. 

Let me tell you the definition of the word integrity from the dictionary. “The quality of being honest and having strong moral principles that you refuse to change” 

Now let me tell you the definition of integrity in my eyes. It would be Jack Millan. My dad. My hero. He was exactly the same definition of integrity from the dictionary in human form. When we were young we saw him work so hard, but with such strong morals and ethics, I honestly didn’t know some people don’t have those qualities. If you want something-you work for it. You don’t take a shortcut, you don’t cut other people down to get it. You EARN it. 

We didn’t always have a lot when we were younger. But I remember strong family values. We spent a lot of time with mom, but dad was working and when he was home, I remember steamroller, timber, bribes of a quarter to rub his feet and back, chocolate malts, the best omelettes, werewolf lane, failed ice skating rinks,sharing sorrentos cheese and sausage pizzas, and getting us a pool (probably his attempt to keep us outside while he was working from home). 

He was protective of us. Not in a crazy way but in the best fatherly way. Requesting me to be home from a first date on New Year’s Eve at 11:15 one time. Keeping a bat under his bed to scare off Mandy’s late night window tapping visitors (ok-that only happened once that he knew of. Only Mandy knows how many times that really happened)….and then in adulthood…..still protective of us right til the end. He told his nurse he wanted us to be ok. So we’re going to do the hard thing and be ok. 

Sometimes you don’t realize the importance of a simple moment until after the fact. I had a moment like that with my dad more recently. 

I got remarried in June of 2023. And there was a moment now that just sticks out to me leading up to that huge step in my life. 

On Memorial Day weekend my dad asked what we were dancing to for the Father/Daughter dance. 

My response was the we had already danced in 1997 at my first wedding.

(Backstory-we had been joking for the year before the wedding that this was not my first marriage and I just kinda thought he didn’t wanna do the traditional stuff.) 

Dad very quickly said he thought we should have a dance. 

I didn’t know at that time that he was sick yet. 

I poured over songs to have our dance to. I didn’t want any traditional father daughter dance song. I finally settled on one that I thought was fitting.

During that Father/Daughter Dance, 

I cried. More than I wanted. By then we knew he was sick. I got a LOT of words of wisdom in those 3 minutes and 35 seconds. He approved of my new husband. He joked-I think-that Moe was contractually binded to me and there was a no return policy. He told me he was proud of me. That I was a good mom to the boys. And in all the times that I know I disappointed him, I knew in that moment he knew that I learned something from each and every time that happened. 

So a word of advice. Dance with your dad. 

He loved us. He took care of us. And he showed us that until the end of his time. 

If you’ve learned anything from Jack Millan, let it be these 3 things-

Be proud, yet humble

Be kind, but have boundaries 

And have a giving heart.  Perhaps not with money, but with your time. 

So Dad-in a throwback to our wedding dance and some words of James Taylor-how very very sweet it was to be loved by you. 

24 in '24

 I've taken a long break from this blog. I have enjoyed my privacy and my boys' privacy is important to me. 

But something drew me back in this year to post for David's birthday and I'm still not sure what that something is. I've skipped a year of birthdays for both boys and I don't think you'll see me do another one for Kyle again....his wants and needs are more important to me than my own and while I'm very proud of him, he doesn't need a lot of recognition for him to feel fulfilled and that humbles me a lot. 

But my oldest baby turns 24 today!!!! And I cannot believe I've been his mom (or a mom in general) for that long! We grew up together. He is my sunshine and my moonlight. My swedish fish and my peanut butter cups. And a giant bowl of ice cream with whipped cream and a cherry on top!

Life drastically changed for us in the last 5 years. From separation through divorce through building a new home, a new marriage, and a new family......David has always been my constant. 

You know, it's our job to see our typical children from infanthood to adulthood and through those many changes that come along with that. I am very proud to have seen Kyle through all of that. But change is hard for me. So hard. 

David has changed through the years of course.....but it was always such a slow change and we did it together. When he is happy, I know what to expect. When he is sad, I know what to do. When he is sick, I know how to handle that. He is my consistent in my ever changing life and I am so grateful to him for grounding me and teaching me to be an entire different human than I thought I would become as an adult. I have so much more empathy for other people who are struggling because of him. I have so much more appreciation for simple things like sitting up or finding something in a laundry basket filled with toys because he still does it, and watching him, I know it's SO hard for him to do.  I can adapt to things not going my way because even though he's consistent, there is always a little tweak in his life that needs tended to. I am stronger for learning to care for him. Mentally and physically (although not exaclty in shape lol). I have a grand understanding of insurances (private and medicaid). I understand workings of specialists and nurses and hospital settings and dr's settings and convenient care settings. I understand all types of X-rays and ultrasounds and yet I still know there is so much more to learn in all these areas. I know how to make medications daily and make sure they're drawn with enough time to soften to make their way through the gtube. I employ a person to help care for him and am capable of showing someone how to do that. 

Long story short.....David is a Waymaker. He helped me build and pave a path for his progress. And in his progress, I have figured out who I am and my progress as an ever-changing adult. He is joy and light and the definition of a trooper who does hard things. I could not have asked God for a better first born son than what I received. 

Happy Birthday David Webb. "If you're good, then I'm good. We're all good. We support each other like that. Nuff said." -Author Unknown