Santa and my Dad

This is my dad and little bro Nate.
My little brother posted some funny memories of our dad. If anyone doesn't know, my dad died about 8 years ago. My dad loved Christmas. I think one of the reasons I love Santa so much is he reminds me of my dad. My dad was the ultimate Santa. He was kind to everyone. Sometimes it was even embarrassing. I remember a waitress at Wingers that my dad befriended. It seemed semi-inappropriate to me, however, I later found out that she was a newly-wed working mom who wanted to buy a home and was having trouble saving a down-payment. My dad was a real estate broker and he donated his commission so her family could buy their first home. He was always doing things like that. Another time it was snowing hard and a lady had broken down in her car. My dad and Brent were together and he pulled over to see if she needed a ride anywhere. She said no that someone else was coming and they drove away. Brent commented that he didn't think a woman should get into a car with 2 men, my dad said "If she needed our help, the Holy Ghost could have prompted her that it would be okay." He always looked for opportunities to help. One important thing I learned from my dad is "do what you can with what you have."

One way I try to honor my dads' memory it picking certain qualities that he possessed and trying to improve that area in my life. In doing this I have learned to listen to the Holy Ghost and help people who needed me. I try to be kind to everyone and look at things from their perspective. My dad was so quick to forgive that I have learned to be the same way.

I feel so blessed to have had a wonderful dad for 26 years of my life. (even though during plenty of those years I didn't know how great he was) I miss him every day. I've also learned plenty of things because he died. For example, I've learned that my dad is still around watching over his family. He still has a great desire to help us all and he will if we listen carefully to the promptings of the Holy Ghost. It has also made me realize that our Father in Heaven has always been there watching over my family and He has a great desire to bless us if we seek His counsel.

Any-who, thanks for reading, I wish all of my friends knew my dad. He would have treated you like a daughter if you were important to me. In fact, sometimes when I was first married, I thought he liked Brent more than me! He always welcomed our friends to our home and treated everyone with respect. I look forward to the day (in a long, long time) when I get to see him again.