As a child and also the "middle" child with 3 sisters and 1 brother, the song "Stuck in the Middle with You" has always been one of those songs that brings memories back from my childhood years and beyond. I was the girl you would would stereotype as the typical "Daddy's girl", following him everywhere he went when he was home. He was gone a lot because you see, my Dad was a truck driver. Any of you who have Dads whose jobs involved travel or even just working super long days may very well understand how when you are close to someone, you want to spend as much time with that person as possible.
My Dad is my hero, my idol and my strength. He's the rock that has always been there for me through challenges in life and stood by my side in both good and bad times. I decided to write my first blog about him because of the influence he's had on me.
I don't know how many of you have heard the song by Red Sovine called Daddy's Girl, but that is what I consider our song. The words in this song reflect so many of my experiences with my Dad it brings tears to my eyes. These lyrics from the song remind me of a few of the things Dad and I did together when I was young.
"I recall the day I took you on a fishin' trip,
You said: "Daddy won't that hook hurt the fishes' lip?"
And you said if they don't get air, those things in the can will die.
So we turned the worms all loose and chased some butterflies."
I followed my Dad's career choice and also because a truck driver. Many times after the invention of satellite radio we would call into our favorite radio station and dedicate this song to each other.
Right now I am going through one of the biggest challenges of my life, the possibility of losing my Dad. He was recently diagnosed with ALS, more commonly known as Lou Gehrig's Disease. It's a debilitating disease that without fail ends in death. Some people afflicted by ALS have slower progressing symptoms and live for many years while others have progressive ALS in which the symptoms come on strong and live for a very short time after being diagnosed. Dad is somewhere between these two. He at first had the slow onset which has now turned to progressive. Day after day I watch him struggle to talk, eat and so many other things he did with ease, that I don't know how I can rid myself of the pain in my heart from seeing him this way.
Dad is only 70 years young. He's a good man with compassion and tons of love for life, people and everything around him. He's one of those people who will greet you no matter who you are with a huge smile and hello, ask you how you are doing so that you know he really wants to know. It's not just a polite question for him. He is the type of person who will be first in line to help someone suffering, struggling or just need a quick helping hand.
I love this man with all my heart and soul and know it's only a matter of time before he's gone. He won't be gone out of my heart thankfully but it scares me to know he won't be there for me to be able to pick up the phone and call or stop by his house for a visit.
God Bless you Dad. You are my rock in life.