Daddy Dearest

So. My Dad quietly slipped off into the night towards the Philippines last night without a ton of fanfare than he did 7 years ago. In fact, the mood was somewhat anti-climactic and a grip somber, without being depressing. Almost a methodical approach to it all. 

 

I’m still processing his departure, actually. 90% of the time, this man drives me nuts! I assumed it’s penance paid for raising Charrina and I during the 80’s. Now that I’m his adult-child it’s time for him to regress into this role? I dunno. In the end, he’s still Daddy Dearest, whether he’s here or there. 

 

Regardless, he’s still my Dad. And I’ll still miss him dearly! I won’t miss my high-stress, high frustration level, though. I love him, but damnit… Which segues to my ‘new’ role. Granted I’ve been acting like a ‘dad’ for my father since my mom passed away. So, I’ve had almost 20 years of experience. However, over the weekend, and this morning, my role of acting like a dad has transitioned to being a Dad. 

 

There is a difference! 

 

I was DJ at the Daddy Daughter Dance. I discovered I was saying phrases that I only heard fathers say. Or, GASP, what my own Dad would say! And this morning, I was invited by my lovely girlfriend to attend Curriculum Night for the youngest daughter [yes, I know she reads and my FB friend!] To which, I answered yes, I’ll attend. Then it hit me. 

 

I’ve never been to one. What do you do? What do you say? A panic attack started to creep into my mind. Oh God, I’ve been a Rockstar boyfriend for years at level EPIC, but parent type role?

 

Daddy Dearest?

Father of the Year?

 

After thinking and speaking about it out loud, I calmed down and collected my thoughts. I’ve got this. I’ll approach it like anything else I approach; ALL IN. ‘sides, I do have experience raising an adult-child. Who? You guessed it, Dad. 

 

Wish me luck!

 

This has been MY C Note.

 

‘los; out.