My dad is, without a doubt, the best man I’ve ever known. He’s always worked so hard, no matter what sort of adversity he’s had to face. I always know that no matter what I need, I can count on him.
When I was a kid, my dad was away from home quite a bit, working on the railroad. I would always be excited on the nights when he’d return home for the weekend. More often than not, he returned with something for me. Maybe that just made me spoiled, but I’ve always thought it simply meant that even if Dad wasn’t home, he was thinking of us. It might have been a mermaid doll that floated on a lily pad, a beef stick that was eight feet long, or a new Barbie doll, but he always took the time to make us feel loved and special.
On Mother’s Day, my maternal grandmother, Elector, passed away at the age of 71, surrounded by her loved ones. She was a unique woman, not just in name, but in so many wonderful ways.
The wife of a preacher, she could recite a Bible verse one minute, then turn around and tell a bawdy joke that would leave use all in stitches. She adored Elvis Presley, collected angel figurines, and would watch Jimmy Swaggart on an almost constant loop. At her birthday party a few years ago, she spent a large portion of the evening arm-wrestling with her grandchildren. She didn’t mind when she was given the nickname “Sexy Lexy.”
Though I think she was always beautiful, in her younger years, Mamaw was absolutely gorgeous. I wish the photo on the left had survived in better condition because it’s one of my favorites. I love the gloves and the purse, the kitten heels and the bows on her dress. I think she looks like a movie star, glamorous and chic.
When I was younger, my dad would often tell me that I was just like my mother. I’d scoff and disagree, vehemently opposing the idea that I was anything like her. This was, of course, the exact worst thing to say to a surly, irrational teen. I was sure my mother was out to ruin my life and make me miserable. Why would I want to be like her? Looking back, however, I realize how blessed I was and still am today.