Spreading More Of The Naturally Nutty Love

by HEAB on October 8, 2010

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I found a way to make my homemade coconut milk yogurt thick and creamy…

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Last night, I mixed 1 cup of the yogurt with 1/2 cup oat bran and let sit in the fridge overnight. This morning, it was thick and creamy and tasted wonderful in the waning Naturally Nutty Mocha Peanut Butter jar…no cooking required. I think the Mocha Peanut Butter and the Vanilla Almond Butter are my two favorite Naturally Nutty flavors…and both jars make great bowls as well! :)

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Would you like to try these flavors, or any Naturally Nutty flavor for that matter? Well, Katie, founder and president of Naturally Nutty Food Inc. would like to send 3 HEAB readers a jar of their choice in memory of her father-in-law, who recently passed away. In Katie’s own words, her father-in-law loved to laugh and pull practical jokes! He was humble and kind, generous and very proud of his wife, daughters and son. He loved to run in 5k races, even if it was the t-shirt that motivated him the most! :) He loved those shirts! He was so proud of Tim (his son & Katie’s husband) for playing lacrosse, graduating from Notre Dame University, starting a family and a business. He was just a great guy all around who died at the young age of 67.

To Katie and family, I am so sorry for your loss and honored that I can do something in memory of such a wonderful man. For your chance to win, please share a story about your own father in the comment section below. The comments on this post will close a week from today, and I’ll announce the 3 winners next weekend.

I’ll go first. When I was younger, I had a blanket that I took everywhere. One night, while dining at a pizza restaurant, our server thought my beloved blanket was a dirty dishrag and threw it away. Needless to say, I was devastated, and my dad actually climbed into the restaurant’s dumpster and after a long search found my bee. Thanks dad – I’ll never forget that! Love you. :)

Wishing all of a wonderful Friday and weekend.

{ 368 comments }

VeggieGirl October 8, 2010 at 8:49 am

Since YOU know all the details, I’d prefer to keep them private on here. But regarding yesterday’s traumatic event, my dad was there in a heartbeat. Always has been, and I know he always will. I could never ask for a better father. Oh and hey, he’s willing to be VeggieDad on the blog – gotta give him props for that too, haha.

Abbie October 8, 2010 at 8:49 am

My Dad and I have run many races together. Everything from half mile races when I was really young, to 50 mile trail races now that I am older. Some of my best memories with my Dad are from those times. So sorry to hear of your loss Katie. Hang in there!

Kimmi October 8, 2010 at 8:52 am

My dad has always been full of laughter and life. He tells epic stories and never fails to smile. Every Christmas Eve he takes me to see Father Christmas in our small town. It’s special because that is my birthday and he has always made a point to make that day the most special day of the year, even if others would try to shove Christmas and my birthday together he always made it seem like my day was still special even if it was Christmas.

Every year Father Christmas hands us a huge clear marble and tells us it’s our Christmas wish, I don’t know what my father wishes for each year, but I know that I always wish that one year from that day I’ll be standing right there with him, full of smiles, joy, and laughter.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:05 pm

Kimmi,
Your dad sounds like an amazing man. My birthday is 8 days after Christmas, and it always means to much to me when people take the time to make my birthday special rather than just lump it in with Christmas and New Years. CD always makes a point of never using the leftover Christmas wrap for my b-day gifts, and I don’t think he has any idea how much that means to me. So, in other words, I totally get it. Again, awesome dad. :)

Ellen @ Undercover Runner Eats October 8, 2010 at 8:52 am

The day that I got my ACT results back, I called my dad in a flurry of excitement and happiness. He of course was happy for me, but nothing too extraordinary. The next day, I received a bouquet of flowers and a card. They were from him. He had told some of his co-workers about my score and learned what my score actually meant (he never had to take the ACT, nor did he know much about the test) and only then did he truly understand my achievement. I thought that it was adorable!

Cindy October 8, 2010 at 8:53 am

gosh. what a beautiful post and so sorry about Katie’s father in law. He sounded like such a wonderful person!
glad he made such a great impact on his family!!!

My dad didn’t raise me (wished he did) but when I did see him, my favorite memories were all the zany ways he made us laugh. One night we were having dinner and he was calm, watching us and he picked up a chicken leg and began snarling and eating it like a tiger or something. pieces of chicken went EVERYwhere. He finished and went back to being calm and acting like it was just a normal thing.
my and my brother were in hysterics for hours.

He is always there for us kids now, for anything. my brother went thru a very rough spot a couple of years ago and my Dad literally stopped his life and helped him every step of the way. EVERY STEP.
I still don’t see my dad often enough and it makes me sad but I’ve never seen devotion like his!

Happy Friday and glad you found a way to thicken up your yogurt!

Jessica @ How Sweet October 8, 2010 at 8:54 am

My dad is my hero. I just can’t imagine losing him. So sorry for your loss Katie.

Lisa October 8, 2010 at 8:54 am

Awww I love your story, it’s so sweet :)

My dad hasn’t passed away, but one memory that I have is that when I was younger and my dad would drop me off at daycare, I would always cry hysterically and I would NOT want to leave my dad’s car. Eventually I would separate from his arms, but I just remember every day being hysterical in tears. We’re not that close today, but he is still there to support and assist me whenever I need. Hope you have a great weekend too :)

Kat October 8, 2010 at 8:54 am

I like your father story – thats so cute. :)

So sorry for your loss, Katie.

My Dad and I didn’t get along very well when I was young. Now that I’m older and married myself, we finally found our common ground and get along great! He just motivated me to do a 5K, we did it together. It was so much fun and I find him more inspiring everyday..

Stephanie October 8, 2010 at 8:57 am

I’ve always been a daddy’s girl. He’s always taught me the value of hard work and put his family before anything else in his life. If something was wrong he was there. If I made a mistake he stood by my side and assured me that it would be all right.

A little over a year ago my dad was diagnosed with stage 3 Pancreatic Cancer. Devastating news to all of us. But somehow my dad never once faultered. He continued to stay strong and positive, vowing that he would do whatever it too to beat it…even knowing the odds. I never knew the true strength he possessed until faced with this fight.

He’s my hero.

Katie my heart goes out to you and your family for your loss.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:07 pm

Stephanie,
Pancreatic cancer – wow, that’s a tough one. Glad to hear your dad is fighting it and winning. :)

Sarena (The Non-Dairy Queen) October 8, 2010 at 8:59 am

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry for her family’s loss. That is horrible and he was so young. My thoughts are with all of them.

As for my father, he was my step father, but he adopted my sister, Tara, and I so we would be a complete part of his family. I remember when he asked my permission to marry my mom. He took me out to Subway while Tara was at dance class and talked to me about how I felt about him marrying my mom and showed me the ring he wanted to give her. It meant so much to me that he cared that much about how I felt! I was only 8 and it really did matter to him. Gosh I love my dad! Thanks for making me think about him Heather!

Have a great day!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:02 pm

Sarena,
I love that your dad “asked for your permission” before marrying your mom, and you got to see the ring too. So sweet! :)

Heather October 8, 2010 at 8:59 am

Oh,how sad….I can’t even imagine the grief she’s going through.
My dad-wow. He and my mom divorced when I was 8 months old and he raised me! For the 1970s that was practically unheard of. He was a great dad, involved in my life, even sewing my girl scout patches on my sash and my athletic letter on my letter jacket in high school.
He taught me so many valuable lessons including to always leave a place nicer than when you got there.
My dad is so special and so deserving of all good things :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:01 pm

Heather,
I can’t believe your dad sewed your girl scout patches – I loved reading that. Sounds like an amazing man. :)

brandi October 8, 2010 at 9:01 am

I’m so sorry Katie!

I don’t know that I have one story, but my dad is one of the most important people in my life. It wasn’t always like that, though. He used to not really talk to anyone and he and my mom had problems when we were growing up.

I’m just so blessed and happy and proud of them for sticking it out for us. I can’t imagine not having him in my life now and we’ve grown so close in the past 10 years, it’s completely made up for everything we didn’t have when I was younger.

eatmovelove October 8, 2010 at 9:03 am

This is both heartbreaking and heartwarming. I would love Naturally Nutty…but can’t say too much about my father for personal and painful reasons. I’ll just say that it’s been a life of joys, regrets, mistakes and a search for understanding.

One thing I’ve come to learn is that we all are human. And that even he recognized his mistakes and felt pain. When we didn’t think he did.

Sometimes he, we, can only do the best we can at that time. Right or wrong.

But for a good memory – I do remember him frying me up some steaks in butter late at night with onions…I think you’ll agree there’s nothing wrong with that meal ;)

Holly October 8, 2010 at 9:05 am

The house I grew up in didn’t have a fireplace so my sister and I always worried that Santa wouldn’t find us. My dad, being the creative man he is, would take our old-fashioned sled and drag it across our deck in the snow while wearing big boots making “Santa tracks” and would use his fingers to make “reindeer tracks” in the snow leading to our back door.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:00 pm

Holly,
Great story. Loved that your dad made sure to include the reindeer tracks as well. :)

Anna S October 8, 2010 at 9:07 am

My dad and I have run 2 half marathons together. It is great knowing he will run distances with me so I don’t have to do them alone!

Natalie October 8, 2010 at 9:07 am

My dad has always been there for us kids. My fondest memories involve him driving me in the wee hours of the morning to sports practices. He was always a morning person and I follow in his footsteps. To this day, he still will drive me to races!

Shelly October 8, 2010 at 9:09 am

My dad is a great cook and invented my favorite snack ever- toasted marshmallows and peanut butter on saltine crackers. Way better than s’mores. :)

Cindy October 9, 2010 at 5:05 pm

Those marshmallow peanut butter crackers are the best snack ever! Perfectly browned and served with hot cocoa. I’m probably going to have to make some tonight now that I am thinking about them!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:58 am

Cindy,
Yeah, me too. :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:58 am

Shelly,
OK, that sounds amazing. My dad ate Saltines with PB & Ritz crackers too. He still does…I’ll have to share the marshmallow tip with him. :)

Amy October 8, 2010 at 9:09 am

My Dad provided for our family of 7 so that my Mom could stay home with all of us. I love that we had that opportunity and even though he didn’t like the work he was doing, he kept at it so that we could all live very comfortably!

Amanda Kennedy October 8, 2010 at 9:10 am

Funny that her father loved the t-shirt at the 5K races because that is honestly one of the greatest awards of the race! I hold all of my t-shirts dear to my heart to remind me of the hard work put into the race. The t-shirt even seems to cross my mind WHILE I’m running. My father is a great man, he worked full time and went to school part time nights for TEN YEARS while his family of 3 young kids and wife were at home. He was so involved in our lives I didn’t even know as a young child he was devoting all his time and effort into making our lives better. He later graduated with his masters and is an Electrical Engineer working for one of the biggest companies in the world, based out of Japan. I couldn’t say enough great things about my father, he is an inspiration to all of his kids. My greatest memories are camping and fishing with my dad; I was quite the tom boy. We would pack our stuff the night before, head out at 4 a.m. and be on our way to our destination. We both love nut butters and he is my taste tester when I experiment making my own in the kitchen; his favorite is Walnut-Pecan butter. Dad’s are such a gift and I wouldn’t trade my relationship with my father for anything.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:56 am

Amanda,
Your dad sounds amazing…and not just because he loves walnut-pecan butter…although for that one, he scores major points in my eyes! ;)

melissa @ the delicate place October 8, 2010 at 9:10 am

haha glad you figured out a tasty solution to your coconut ‘gurt! i would love to try the vanilla almond butter. two of my faves in flava!

Suzanne October 8, 2010 at 9:11 am

Some of my favorite times with my dad were on the way home from my ballet classes growing up. Dad would always pick me up. We’d stop and get me a chicken sandwich and he’d get a chocolate chip shake and listen to sportstalk or oldies on the drive home. Can’t help but sing along to the oldies still.

I’m so sorry for Katie’s loss.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:55 am

Suzanne,
My parents always played the oldies stations in the car. I know all the words to most of the songs – still some of my favorite music! :)

Lauren at KeepItSweet October 8, 2010 at 9:13 am

what a nice thing to do to honor her loss. i’d love to try some

Lauren at KeepItSweet October 8, 2010 at 9:14 am

I have so many memories of being in the kitchen with my dad when he used to make pancakes for us on the weekends as a special treat

Deanna October 8, 2010 at 9:15 am

What a wonderful way to honor the memory of your father – so sorry for your loss, Katie.

My dad had a heart cath procedure this week, so I’ve been thinking about him a lot lately. I have lovely memories of him sitting and brushing my hair for what seemed like hours when I was a child. It was those quiet moments that I cherish most. Well, those and all the times he taught me to do “guy stuff” since I was “the son he never had.” I still cherish learning all I can from him, each opportunity I get.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:54 am

Deanna,
Hope your dad is doing okay. Both of you are in my thoughts. :)

Beth October 8, 2010 at 9:16 am

My Dad has always been a quiet man and not one to show his emotions. But I always knew my Dad loved me and was proud of me, and every night when I was a kid he would kiss me good night and give me a hug. When I was 14 I went off to Russia as an exchange student. It was my first time living in another country and away from my family. Imagine my surprise when I was unpacking and I found numerous letters from my Dad (he’d never written me a letter before!), one for each week I was gone, 12 in all. Every week I would excitedly open and read one his letters, which covered everything from stories about when he was a kid to memories he and I shared from when I was a baby and a young child. I still have those letters, I’ll never throw them away!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:53 am

Beth,
Loved your story. Does your dad still know you have those letters? If not, I think you should tell him. :)

Laura October 8, 2010 at 9:16 am

My dad was out of work when I was little – before I was old enough for school – so he was the one taking care of me then. I have such great memories of that time! We baked muffins together, went on walks on the bike path, and do errands to the library and bank. To 3 or 4 year old me, these were big adventures!

Michelle October 8, 2010 at 9:17 am

My Dad is the most amazing man . . . he attended every childhood event I ever took part in, drove me to countless violin lessons and orchestra practices, volunteered to be our park district summer softball coach, and helped me study for more tests than I can recall. One of my favorite memories is driving home from violin practice, and stopping to fill the car with gas, he would surprise me every once in a while with a small bag of M&M’s or Reese’s Pieces to share for the rest of the car ride home. Treats like this were rare, so it was so fun, and obviously made a lasting memory for me.

Kim @ One Fit Mama October 8, 2010 at 9:18 am

On my wedding day, just mere moments before I walked down the aisle, my Daddy said “Baby, if you want to change your mind, we can leave the church right now.” When I assured him that I wanted to marry my husband, he responded with “Just remember you may become a wife today, but you were my little girl first and always will be.”

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:51 am

Kim,
So sweet. :)

cameron October 8, 2010 at 9:19 am

my dad is my best friend. i always said that someday i would find my prince charming, but he’d still be the king of my heart.

I am, definitely, a daddy’s girl. I never understood why that was a bad thing! I tell him everything- he just gets me and believes in me when no one else does. He’s gentle, kind, and caring. He’s the kind of dad that everyone wishes they had. He would never hurt anyone on purpose and tells the most amazing stories.

When I was young, he lived in egypt for awhile for work. He would sing to me every night before I went to bed, and just so I wouldn’t miss him to much, he recorded his lullabies so I could listen to them before I went to bed.

Did I mention he was the only dad who volunteered at my school once a week with all the moms? Watching him try to cook was pretty hilarious….

Katie’s family is in my thoughts.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:52 am

“Did I mention he was the only dad who volunteered at my school once a week with all the moms?”. Impressive Cameron – there are not many dads out there who would do that. Sounds like you definitely got a good one. :)

Felicia October 8, 2010 at 9:20 am

There is so much I can say about my dad.. he did anything and everything for me my whole life, without hesitation, and I will forever be grateful for that. The other day my car died and in the middle of the night, in the pouring rain, he was outside fixing it for me without any complaints. We share such a special bond and I can’t imagine my life without him. I remember being younger and playing old Polish songs for him on the piano, and he would sing his heart out and reminisce of his own childhood. Even remembering this just brought me to tears! My heart goes out to Katie and her family

Marina October 8, 2010 at 9:21 am

I am sorry for your loss Katie.
My dad passed away two and a half years ago. He was the smartest man I’ve known, intelligent, funny, talented, and the kindest selfless person ever.
I miss having conversations with him about physics and religion, poetry, cooking, anything. I know my dad is watching me, and I know his proud of everything I do.

Hands in Namaste October 8, 2010 at 9:24 am

HEAB, that coconut milk yogurt looks to die for!

I’m not sure if I can enter this contest bc my address is currently in Italy :-) but here’s a story:

When my dad would kiss me goodnight, he always called me his “jellybean” and i called him my “lifesaver”. We would always have to pick “flavors” for each other – sometimes I would be a coconut jellybean, and he would be a cherry lifesaver!

<3 my dad!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:50 am

Hands in Namaste,
Cherry livesavers are hands down definitely the best flavor! :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:50 am

*Lifesavers ;)

Donna Porter October 8, 2010 at 9:27 am

My dad (stubborn ol’ guy) also loves to joke around. But one day stands out in my mind as being the single most “funniest” day! That is the day I actually got him back! I was 9 years old and spending the weekend with him. He had just moved into a new house and we were unpacking. I had a small box of those little poppers that you throw on the ground and they pop that we had played with the day before. Well, he bent over to get something out of a box and I threw a handful right at his feet! I swear both feet came OFF the floor and I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee in my pants! Finally, the jokester got what he deserved :) hahaha Now, being a military family, we live 3,000 miles away from my dad. I still talk to him at least once a day. Health wise, I know he won’t be around as long as I hope and I will cherish each and every conversation (and occasional joke :) )

Jenny October 8, 2010 at 9:28 am

Wow – Katie is such a special soul. I am so sorry for her loss and am SURE that her father is watching over her; smiling and proud of her for spreading so much love :) <3

My favorite Daddy story was when I was in 5th grade. It was Christmas and him, being the highly spirited guy that he is, dressed up like Santa while we all were sleeping and "video taped" himself putting presents under the tree so the next morning my brothers and sisters and I would thank Santa really came. We watched the tape the next morning and my brother (who was 7 years old at the time) blurted out: "DAD! Santa has the same watch as you!!!!!!!" and that is how I found out that Santa, was in fact, not real. A for effort Daddy :)

yay Dads!!!!!! <3

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:48 am

Jenny,
Too funny, but yes, your dad definitely gets an A for effort. So sweet. :)

Heather (Heather's Dish) October 8, 2010 at 9:28 am

daddys are the best aren’t they? i know mine has dug through dumpsters several times for things for me and my sister…oops :)

Jul October 8, 2010 at 9:30 am

I don’t see my dad too often now, since I live across the country from where he and my mother live. But he came to visit recently, and I was proud to show him around my new city and my new place. I think he was proud of what I’ve accomplished on my own, and I can’t tell you how happy that makes me feel.

Clare @ Fitting It All In October 8, 2010 at 9:30 am

A Notre Dame family! Love it. I’m from one too:)

Speaking of my dad, he is happiest when he’s back at Notre Dame. He’s actually there right now!! I was undecided about attending there when I was a senior in college and it was driving him CRAZY. We made a rule in the house that he couldn’t talk to me about the school anymore.

Well I decided two nights before the acceptance was due and left my signed letter of intent on his dresser before I went out for the night. He found it before he went to bed and called me in shock – he was SO HAPPY!! Now we are both alums and it is great to go up for visits together! I’ll be meeting him there tonight:)

jacobc October 8, 2010 at 9:31 am

Pops is a preacher, suits him well, he used to embarass me preaching in the waiting room at hospitals, mcdonalds, even to the jehovah’s witnesses that came by!- They quit coming by, ha! He never ran a step, i got the running bug from mom whom runs all the time..

Corey @ The Runner's Cookie October 8, 2010 at 9:33 am

My dad is the most inspiring person I know. He is relentlessly positive and supportive. He works so hard without ever complaining and knows how to find the best in every situation. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
I am so sorry about Katie’s loss.

Natalie October 8, 2010 at 9:34 am

When I think of my dad, I think of all the sacrifices he’s made to make sure that the kids in our families were able to succeed and have everything we needed to accomplish this. My dad will be 66 next week and has worked up until (TODAY actually – he’s officially “retired” completely now!) at a part-time job just to ensure that I would not have loans once I graduated college because he himself had to work his way through school and then work to support our family and pay off the loans he accumulated. It wasn’t always easy. My dad’s the kind of man that thinks about others over himself.. and if it weren’t for my mom, he probably would still be wearing clothes he was 20 years ago!

For this I am extremely thankful and glad that say that my dad is “my daddio”! Love you dad!

I’m sorry for your loss, Katie – I can’t imagine how devastating it must be.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:46 am

Natalie,
Your dad sounds like an amazing man. Many congrats to him on his retirement! :)

Sylvia @ LifeIsGoodWithFood October 8, 2010 at 9:34 am

I remember when I was younger, I was very attached to my dad. He was known as the cool parent, compared to my mom. ;) He used to work in a butcher shop in Chinatown back then when I was just a toddler at nursery school; everytime I went to visit him at the butcher shop with my mom, I thought that he owned the store so I could basically take what I want and it’ll be okay. So I took a pack of cookies and of course, my dad paid for it ;) And then one day, he told me that he wasn’t going to go back to the butcher shop – I thought that this meant he wasn’t going to come home with any more free cookies so I started crying. I dragged on his sleeve and begged him not to leave. He left anyway – but he came back that night and bought me a pack of cookies. I was a happy toddler again :)

Yin October 8, 2010 at 9:34 am

I never had a close relationship with my father, not because we hated each other or anything like that. We just didn’t have that natural father-daughter relationship. He never remembered my birthday, how old I was, or what grade I was even in so it’s frustrating and disappointing at the same time.

I’ve spent some time with him (three weeks) and it’s been eye-opening and we have grown closer. There are things we do together and enjoy (trying new food). He takes good care of me and I never saw that when I was young so I’m glad I had a chance to see it!

Justine October 8, 2010 at 9:42 am

My dad has always been so supportive of healthy eating, even before I knew I was eating ‘healhty’ things. Two memories in particular come to mind, the first being when my family (mother, father, older brother, and myself) were visiting my mother’s side of the family. My Gram was making dinner and at one point told me to “stop eating or you’ll ruin your dinner”. My dad was in the kitchen at the time and told her that if his little girl was going to ruin her dinner on the carrot and celery sticks that I was eating, he thought it wouldn’t hurt me. :)
The other was that he would always cut up apples for me in ‘thin’ slices before bed. I am talking wafer thin here. It was so sweet of him. It is amazing the memories that we hold on to, even if they weren’t terribly exciting or anything like that. Just the ones that make you feel good or bring a smile to your face.

Thank you, as always, for hosting this give away!
I hope that Katie and Tim are coping with their loss, and I thank them as well for enabling you to host this give away.

:)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:45 am

Justine,
Does your dad know you remember those thin slices of apples before bed? If not, I think you should tell him. So sweet. :)

Lindsey Ferguson October 8, 2010 at 9:45 am

When I was little, every time he would take me to the grocery store, he would buy me one of those giant round pieces of cheese from the deli to snack on while he shopped. I have been a cheese lover ever since. ;)

Christin L. October 8, 2010 at 9:46 am

My dad was always the hardest working human being on the planet, and would still be if he weren’t on disability due to health complications (from agent orange exposure). He instilled in me the beauty of a strong work ethic, and has always been loving and supportive throughout my 28 years on this planet. We went through a rough patch after my mom passed away 8 years ago, but we have been working on our relationship and I truly wouldn’t trade him for anything. :)

Rebecca October 8, 2010 at 9:47 am

Unfortunately, I too lost my dad at the too-young age of 56, about 2.5 years ago. I think about my dad every day and all the things he did for me and all the ways he made me smile. Sometimes you don’t realize how amazing and loving someone is until they are gone and you truly appreciate the impact they made on your life.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:43 am

Rebecca,
I’m so sorry for you loss. Thanks for the reminder to cherish every minute we have with our loved ones. :)

Namaste Gurl October 8, 2010 at 9:49 am

Glad your “coconut yogurt” turned out when you put turned it into overnight oats–in a jar :)

My dad and I fight A LOT, as I’m still living at home while attending college, but I gotta hand it to him, he’s always there for me. His love shows through in a different way, more in his actions than words. Every time I’m sick or wanting something for example, despite the cost, he’ll come home with it. Whether it be some fancy-snamcy nut butter, or special homeopathic cold medicine, he’s on it. He’s given up tons of money for me when I’ve been sick in the past, to get treatment, without a complain or thought.

And once I forgot my bike at work, as I got a ride home since it was too late to bike, and I remembered at three in the morning– Yep, he was on it and went to get it at my work!

Through all he does, I know he loves me immensely. It just doesn’t seem like it when we quarrel often over useless things.

Stacie October 8, 2010 at 9:50 am

My Dad is about 5 yrs older than Katie’s Dad was and he still seems so young! I am so sorry for her loss.

One of my favorite memories of my Dad is in the kitchen. He really did not cook for the family, that was Mom’s job (although now he does cook and he did have a few dishes up his sleeve even back then). One night, my Mom had to have surgery and spend the night in the hospital. I was maybe 6 with two younger sisters and we had never been away from Mom for a night so we were really scared and sad. Dad made a game of making dinner. He just threw a bunch of stuff together–rice, ground hamburger, I can’t remember what else. Then he had a contest to name the dish. We thought up all sorts of crazy names and then in the end named it Fred. Then we ate Fred and declared it the best dinner ever. It was so great that Dad was able to distract us that night and make it fun so we would not think too much about not having Mom around. After that, on the rare evenings when Mom was gone, we always wanted Fred. That was so long ago thought that I have no idea what Fred is anymore. I always have been and still am very close to Dad!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:41 am

Stacie,
Fred – that is great! Made me laugh out loud. :)

JW October 8, 2010 at 9:51 am

I absolutely love my Dad so much and have always considered myself a “daddy’s girl’. Throughout my struggle with anorexia he has always been there to offer support and do whatever he could to help. Also, my parents have been married for 28 years (over half their lives) and I can only hope to find a man like my Dad. Thank you for hosting the giveaway.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:38 am

“I can only hope to find a man like my Dad.” You will. :)

Mallory October 8, 2010 at 9:52 am

my dad and i….haha well i need to credt him for so many of my abilities. i grew up in a guy heavy house with 2 brothers- testosterone overload. on the cards were football, baseball and ice hockey. i credit my dad coaching all sports to my learned ability to spiral a football longer than most men, throw a baseball more accurately than most, and own hockey skates at age 6(not figure skates lol). it started with t-ball in the front yard and still goes on today through showing me ‘tools’ and car repair work. he has done SO much to make me a capable and independent ‘handy-girl’ and i am thankful for it- not to mention it impresses a load of guys i can change oil/tires lol. i also fixed my own toilet last week actually!!!

also, he has the same ‘mind problems’ i guess where i inherited my ED crap from. he has stress/anxiety/depression/mood issues so we also knock heads on a lot but it only makes us closer in the end <3

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:40 am

Mallory,
I love it. I grew up with 2 brothers as well and was a total tomboy. I can’t wait to see CD and the HEABlet playing t-ball in the yard. However, CD is so not a handyman, and I think I might be the one teaching her how to fix the toilet. ;)

amber@SAHM's musings October 8, 2010 at 9:59 am

I’m sorry for Katie’s loss.

I have a fond memory of when I was in Jr. High and my Dad took me camping. We spent the night cooking hobo pouches over an open fire, drumming on cans and singing Beatles songs under the stars. We hiked and repelled down canyon walls. It was the best night!

nicole October 8, 2010 at 10:02 am

Unfortunately for me, I lost my father when I was a freshman in high school to a terrible accident. There are many many stories I could share with you about how he is a huge part of who I am today (I’m a die hard NY Giants and NY Yankess fan because of him) but here is one in particular that sticks out to me.
My sisters are 8 and 10 years older than me. When they graduated high school in Queens, my parents decided it was time for a change and we moved upstate (near Syracuse). He drove me in on the first day of school, got out of the car with me, and walked over to a group of girls standing by the school entrance. Holding my hand he said, “Hi. This is my daughter, Nicole. She’s new here and I want to make sure she gets where she needs to be. Will you be her friend?”
I, of course was MORTIFIED. But the girl said, OK, and took me to my classroom. She also happened to be in my class and we had the same teacher.
The two of us have been BFFs ever since. She was the first one I called when my father passed and to this day, she loves to tell that story. As adults we joke about how creepy it would be for a man to walk up to an 11 year old girl at school and say HI, but we won’t go there. We all know the intention was to be sure I was taken care of…and I was.
Miss you dad! <3

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:37 am

Nicole,
Very sweet. I love that your dad did that – sounds like he picked out a good friend for you. :)

Susan October 8, 2010 at 10:03 am

First of all I loved reading all of these comments.

My dad has a hard time talking about feelings. So when I started having health problems two years ago, he completely avoided talking about them because he didn’t know what to say. But I saw his planner about four months ago and inside he writes down the date and time of every single one of my doctor’s appointments. And even though we don’t talk about the details, he calls me after each one!

Alyssa October 8, 2010 at 10:04 am

I’m so sorry about your father-in-law!

My dad passes away 2 years ago, at the age of 70. When my brother and I were kids we had a bunch of stuffed animals. Sometimes, instead of our usual story, Dad would would do a comedy routine with our animals. Of course, it would have the opposite effect of its intended purpose of getting us ready for sleep. Instead, we’d be giggling madly and begging for “just one more.”

aubrey October 8, 2010 at 10:05 am

I am sorry Katie. Thank you for sharing your story with us. This really touched my heart.

My dad and I have a very close bond, which I believe sprouted from our yearly Father Daughter Dance around Valentine’s Day in our very small town. He would get dressed up and I would have a pretty dress picked out. We would meet in the kitchen and mom would take our picture. We always went out to dinner before hand. It was my favorite. The dance was so incredible. All fathers and daughters dancing. My dad taught me to swing, waltz…and even his made up dance movies ;) I’ll forget those memories and I know he will always hold them close to his heart. It built the foundation our relationship is on.
Ahhh what an emotional post!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:35 am

Aubrey,
I know! I’m sitting in a coffee shop and trying not to tear up while reading through all the comments. I love that your dad taught you to dance. Very sweet. :)

Kristina @ spabettie October 8, 2010 at 10:09 am

I love my dad so… there were many years (middle school past my college graduation) where we did not talk at all… we recently reunited – after a long and difficult conversation – and now we have lunch Every Sunday.

:D

Carolyn October 8, 2010 at 10:10 am

My dad is a quiet man and rarely shows his emotions. He shows his love for his family by working hard everyday and always picking us up when we fall down. I inherited many traits from my dad; his quietness and social awkwardness to his feet and teeth. Because of our similarities, he often understands me when no one else does, and he has always been there to support me and pick me up when I fall.

Holly @ couchpotatoathlete October 8, 2010 at 10:11 am

When I was in 7th grade I played basketball for our school’s team. At the end of the season we would play a mother/daughter game and a father/son game. My mom has very weak knees and told me she couldn’t play. I wasn’t crushed since there were plenty of girls who didn’t have their moms play either.

Then the game was about to start and my dad emerges from the locker room wearing a dress and a bonnet. He looked great with his hairy armpits and beard :) I was mortified at the time, but looking back I know he just wanted to make me laugh and have a good time. I wish I could go back and change my attitude because he did it out of love and it could have been a really fun game!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:34 am

Holly,
Now, that is love. Great story! :)

Maria October 8, 2010 at 10:14 am

grew up in Denmark where there are lots of small bakeries in almost every neighborhood. One day when I was around five, my dad and I were riding on his bicycle (me sitting in a child seat in front of the bike – that’s how a lot of Danish parents get around with their kids), and we stopped by one of these bakeries to have a little snack. My dad bought a Danish speciality called rum truffles which is his favorite (don’t remember what I got). When we came out from the bakery, a car drove very aggressively past us and almost hit me. My dad was furious and threw his newly bought truffle at the car in anger and I remember feeling very loved and protected at that moment. Throwing his favorite baked good at a car – that is true love :)

Love your blog Heather. Have been reading for a while but never commented before.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:33 am

Maria,
Yep, definitely true love. Thanks so much for reading. :)

Eden October 8, 2010 at 10:15 am

Since my mother died when i was 13, my dad and i were each other’s rock. I think my favorite memories are when I go to his hometown in belgium and we eat in the same cafe he used to go with his aunt when he was young. We always order waffles, duh!

marie October 8, 2010 at 10:16 am

As with many others, my dad is not one to voice his emotions. However, one sweet way that he shows his love is by canning for me. I have several mason jars full of figs and pears prepared with love in my pantry.

Amanda October 8, 2010 at 10:19 am

When I was 3 years old my parents divorced (sorry to start on a sad note!) and my mom relocated with me to Dallas, TX while my dad stayed in Atlanta, GA. For several years as a youngster I had to fly back and forth on weekends to see my dad but lived fulltime with my mom in Texas. At my new elementary school they were hosting a “Donuts with Dad” breakfast for girls and their dads. I told my dad all about it over the phone, not wanting to be the only little girl at school without her dad there. At the time I think I was going to go with my best friend and her dad…but instead my dad took a bus all the way from Georgia to Texas to be there for a brief 30 minute Donuts breakfast with me. He always did everything he could to be present in my life. I didn’t realize until I was older how much he sacrificed for me. He’s my hero!!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:28 am

Amanda,
Sounds like your dad loves you very much. :)

Amalia October 8, 2010 at 10:20 am

Mmm I love all the meals you make! I recently made myself a HEAB inspired lunch! Gluten free sweet potato savory pancakes (that was weird to write)! I have the recipe here http://buttersweetmelody.wordpress.com/2010/10/08/take-a-break/

I ADORE your blog. (:

-Amalia

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:26 am

Thanks for reading Amalia…I loved your sweet potato pancake. It’s on my to-make list. :)

Anne @ Chute Assis October 8, 2010 at 10:26 am

So glad your blankie wasn’t lost!!

My dad was so excited about our wedding that he brought fancy cigars and VSOP Brandy for everyone there. There are so many great pictures of wedding guests on the back patio of our venue, smiling and smoking silly cigars dipped in brandy. :)

Jennifer October 8, 2010 at 10:27 am

My dad past away unexpectedly 9 months ago at the young age of 56. His loss has been so difficult to deal with, but the legacy and memories he left me I will have forever. He was always so much fun & knew how to have a good time. When I was 14 he took my cousin & I to Disneyland, we were eating sushi for the very first time & he was convincing me to try everything while I gagged! After eating a piece of sashimi, he said “did you know that was elephant penis”! I about died and threw up, first because my dad said the “p” word to me & second because of what I was eating. For the record, I now do LOVE sushi

Melanie October 8, 2010 at 11:04 am

Jennifer, your father sounds like a riot! I’m so sorry for your loss, and you’ll be in my thoughts.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:26 am

Jennifer,
I am so sorry for your loss, but the “elephant penis” brought a big smile to my face. Sounds like you and your dad created some fun memories together, gagging and all. Hugs to you my friend. :)

Allison W. October 8, 2010 at 10:36 am

Thats a very sweet statement about Katie’s father in law. My own dad is the hardest working person I know. He didn’t finish college, and is a mechanic for large contstruction equipment, but he’s always been incredibly encouraging and never expected anything but the best from my sister and I.

He always insists on picking me up from the airport after I’ve been traveling, and drives me to my apartment downtown, even during ridiculous Chicago traffic. I’m always grateful, and usually make pancakes for us to enjoy together!

Sarah October 8, 2010 at 10:39 am

When I was little, my parents owned a restaurant and my Dad was the chef. Because of this, he worked long and late hours pretty much all the time. I was a Daddy’s girl, and used to refuse to go to bed until my Dad got home at night (we are talking like later than midnight sometimes), and even though he was so exhausted he would ALWAYS stay up with me and play CandyLand and Monopoly during those late nights. He is genuinely the greatest guy I know.

Kate October 8, 2010 at 10:42 am

I love the idea of doing a give-away tribute. Katie’s father-in-law sounds like a great guy that died way too young. I have been fortunate to live near my dad my whole life. He has been a wonderful inspiration to me and all of my brothers and sisters. I am one of 9 kids and my parents are amazing to have raised us all with so much love and support that it seems would be impossible to have for so many kids!

sophie October 8, 2010 at 10:45 am

i am admittedly a daddy’s girl. i’m states away at college but am counting down the days until he swoops in to take me away for a weekend for hiking, eats and r&r. he taught me to eat whole, pure foods and to live life simplistically- he is incredibly wise and incredibly smart.

Jess @ atasteofconfidence October 8, 2010 at 10:46 am

Kind of a random story: but on the day of my first communion, I had a fight with my parents about something. I remember my dad pulling me aside and telling me “this was my day” and to not let anything bother me because of that. For some reason, this memory has stuck with me and reminds me to take a moment and appreciate things instead of getting all riled up!

:)

LizLivingVegan October 8, 2010 at 10:48 am

One time when we were in Myrtle beach, I left my favorite teddy bear at a restaurant, and my dad called the restaurant, and convinced one of the servers to drive all the way to our hotel, just to bring me my teddy bear! :)

Katheryn October 8, 2010 at 10:50 am

My mom and bio dad divorced when I was 2. That was the last time I saw him. When I was 4 my mom remarried. He treated me like I was his daughter right from the beginning and was always so wonderful to me. When I was 7 he adopted me, and now 22 years later we continue to have a close and wonderful relationship. He and my mom had 5 other children together but he always continued to treat me the same as the others. Even now when we are all sitting around telling childhood stories, my mom will relate something about me when I was a baby and my dad talks about it as if he was there. I love my dad!

Fallon October 8, 2010 at 10:52 am

Wow that is really sad. I’m heart goes out to the family.

I think my favorite thing I cherish from my father is my ability to cook in the kitchen. I just have that knack like he use to when he was younger. He just started cooking and was just good at it. I was always helping him out in the kitchen being his sous chef. Now day I just go into the kitchen and cook a good meal like he use to do. I’m glad I’m able to share that with my father!

Jess October 8, 2010 at 10:54 am

My dad is one of my best friends. I’ve been a daddy’s girl my whole life and have many truly special memories. Probably one of my favorite was during my sophomore year of college (2004) when he was overseas in Iraq (he’s in the Army) and surprised everyone by visiting us in Hawaii while we were all there on vacation. I knew the whole time that he was coming, but my grandma and brother and aunts and uncles had no clue. Just seeing the looks on everyone’s face when he picked us up from the airport was priceless…not to mention being able to see him after 10 months of being overseas. He’s deploying to Afghanistan in January 2012 so I’m trying to get my quality time in while I can before then :(

Christina @ ilovefetacheese October 8, 2010 at 10:55 am

Aww I love this post :) Its so nice to read how our dad’s have touched our lives.

My dad rarely cooked, but whenever my sister or I got sick, he always came to the rescue. His secret? “Ey-ran”, a Lebanese yogurt drink that is supposed to cure ANY ailment (although, it probably made stomach flus worse, haha!). Anyways, he would mix up 1 cup of plain yogurt, with garlic, salt, and water in the blender, and serve it to us with toast. He said it could make ANYONE feel better if they were sick. And he was right! Something about the garlic really helped a cold and the good bacteria in the yogurt seemed to stabilize our digestion. It could have been all in our heads since we really believed in “Dad’s magic drink”. But I love him so much for how much he cares for us! Love you dad,
C

Maya October 8, 2010 at 10:57 am

My dad used to tuck my sister and I in every night and we both loved how he would stomp down the hallway saying “fe-fi-fo-fum” trying to “scare” us into our sheets. Then as we would finally get in bed he would kiss us on the foreheads telling us how smart we were and how much he loved us.
My dad passed away at an early age too, he was 64 and I was 16. I miss him every day but I love the lessons I learned because of it and the strong person I am now.
Katie I’m so sorry for what you and your family are going through right now, but as long as you’re laughing and loving in life he will know :)

Andrea (@ Puppy Dog Tales) October 8, 2010 at 10:58 am

My Dad is just great…there are too many wonderful stories and memories, but I will never forget him helping my sister and I with our horses. He taught us about cleaning their stables, riding, being safe around them. He was always out with us breaking the frozen water in their trough on cold mornings.

Barb October 8, 2010 at 10:58 am

So sorry for your loss, Katie. My best memories with my Dad is of him singing to me when I was a little girl. He was a night club singer in his early 20′s and loved to sing the old songs by Frank Sinatra or Bing Crosby. He had a beautiful voice and it will always live on in my memories

Melanie October 8, 2010 at 10:59 am

That’s a great story, HEAB :) ….and my heart goes out to Katie in her loss. My dad is absolutely my best friend…him and my mom both. He had a massive heart attack when I was 10 (13 years ago), and then, In July of 2007, a reaction to the diabetes drug Avandia left him needing emergency bypass surgery. It was the scariest moment of my life, honestly (I was too young to really grasp what was happening when I was 10). I had to be the leader of the family because my mom was a wreck, and I was really a wreck myself. He’s fine now (Thank the Lord), but there were some harrowing moments, and it fell over my birthday. While he was recovering, though, he never lost his love of food…..except turnip greens. I remember that the nurse brought in his dinner one night and there were turnip greens on the tray and he made the worst face ever and told her that he was going to need another vegetable. It was like a six year old….we all burst into laughter……..and she brought him back a salad;). A year later, he went with me, my mom, and my husband while we all got tattoos for my birthday, on the anniversary of the night that he was rushed to the cardiac ICU. He would have gotten a tattoo, too, but he was on coumadin…wouldn’t have gone well. Anyway, I’ve rambled on too long….just remember to hold tight to every moment that you get with your folks. And to do your best to pass their legacy on to your kids. The HEABlet:).

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:20 am

Melanie,
I will – I promise. :)

Lucy October 8, 2010 at 11:01 am

I’ll never forget “story time” with my dad. I remember cold winter nights curdled up in a blanket with my brother and sister, listening to my father’s stories. He would dream up adventures of us discovering treasures and hidden places. WAY better than watching a movie. Hands.down. Using my imagination of how the sky, trees, homes, people, treasures etc looked was the incredible part. We would eagerly chime in during his story adding a detail of what we “saw.” I hope to pass this tradition to my children someday. :o )

Anita October 8, 2010 at 11:12 am

My dad ALWAYS wanted a boy but he was blessed with two girls. He took us fishing, we played hot wheels, and watched the more boyish cartoons together. In the 6th grade my sister even played football for a while. However, when I was a cheerleader in high school my dad attended all the games and competitions I cheered at. It wasn’t until my junior year that the parents realized he was there for his daughter and not to see his son. For my senior year they gave him a senior parent jersey with the year I was graduating on the back instead of my football number.

My sister finally blessed him with two grandsons but when he travels he still brings us back earnings or a cute top…….I could go on and on about how my dad is the greatest!! but I think you kind of get the point…..I’m a lucky one.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:18 am

Anita,
Yes, yes you are. :)

Tracy October 8, 2010 at 11:16 am

Just before I was married, my dad told me something I think about almost every day. He said that once I have a child of my own to love, I will know how much he loves me!

Tay October 8, 2010 at 11:16 am

My heart goes out to Katie and her family. My dad and I have never been close. He’s always seemed so sad and stressed about life and work. However, I’ll never forget how happy he can get at times – the giants smile he can get on his face, and he just gets plain goofy. It’s times like those I cherish because I know he’s truly happy at that moment.

Graze With Me October 8, 2010 at 11:23 am

My dad is someone I will always look up to and cherish. I get teary-eyed just thinking about him, he’s the most important person in my life.

When I got married (I’m an only child) he gave a 17 minute father-of-the-bride speech with his late father’s snare drum. My dad has been a drummer for almost 50 years (so was his dad) and every time he would get choked up during his speech he would grab the drumsticks and go to town. By the time the 17 minutes were up, almost all the women (and some men) in the room was crying. It was amazing.

Amy B @ Second City Randomness October 8, 2010 at 11:24 am

I share the same sense of humor as my dad. Slightly corny with a little bit of sarcasm. Love to make him laugh- it’s loud and pretty much echos around the room…. :)

Melissa G October 8, 2010 at 11:27 am

My dad is the most wonderful man in the world. My best bonding times have been swimming together in our lake in Michigan. I used to be scared of the lake since I “couldn’t” see what was in there. But my dad slowly coaxed me in there and once I did it, I was hooked! In high school we would swim all around the lake for miles every day. Now even though I am states away from him in Colorado every time I do a triathlon and swim in open water I have this warm feeling that my dad is swimming right along with me, or watching me from his house. And screaming “Go Mel, you can do it!”. :)

Brooke October 8, 2010 at 11:32 am

Well, Andrea (@Puppy Dog Tales) and I share the same father (hehe). I agree that our dad was great at teaching us all about horses and he instilled a work-ethic in us both at a young age. One of my best memories of my dad is when we were young and went to the beach. He always spent all day with us in the water and building sandcastles. A few weeks ago, we went to the beach and he did the same thing with my nephews. I have such a great dad!!

Shelley October 8, 2010 at 11:32 am

I lost my dad seven years ago and I still miss him. He loved word and word games and wrote poetry and loved to laugh. When I was three or so I rode my tricycle down the hill in front of our street (after being told repeatedly to stay on the sidewalk) and faced down a huge truck. My dad returned to the house with me in his arms and told my mother “She’ll be fine, if she lives”. My heart goes out to Katie, it’s so hard to lose a parent.

Hannah October 8, 2010 at 11:35 am

I have never had a boyfriend and have always sort of struggled with my self image. However my dad always reassured me that there was someone out there special just for me and he would be worth the waiting. Well when prom came around I didn’t have a date and was a little upset. Although I really just wanted a corsage :) So prom night comes around and I was outside my moms house taking pictures, when my dad drives up. He got out of the car and pulled out a beautiful corsage and slipped it on my wrist! I was so excited, I teared up. I know that special someone is out there for me, but in the mean time my dad is always there to make me feel just as special! :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:13 am

Hannah,
“I know that special someone is out there for me” He is and will be well worth the wait. I promise. :)

Jessica October 8, 2010 at 11:40 am

I remember when I was a kid, getting off of airplanes (or back from a trip with my mom) and hearing my dad literally meowing around the corner! It was silly, but cute…and let me know that he was near. I’d also bark in return :)

chelsey @ clean eating chelsey October 8, 2010 at 11:46 am

My dad has either has a dry sense of humor or a sense of humor that makes you groan because it’s so silly. I got him a t-shirt a few years ago that says “I’m a fun guy” with a picture of a mushroom because it has something to do with his favorite joke.

What did the girl mushroom say about the boy mushroom after his first date?
He really is a fun guy!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:10 am

Chelsey,
The shirt was perfect. Ha, I bet your dad loved it! :)

Jordan October 8, 2010 at 11:46 am

My dad is my best friend, hands down. He lived out state for most of my childhood. But for my eighth birthday, I had a surprise party. He drove fourteen hours straight through the night to show up to my surprise party, and gave me the surprise of my life- he was moving back to my home state, that day! He also took a day off work- nearly impossible as the only physician in a small town- to help me enroll in college. He and I talk literally every day, and he is my rock. We get each other.
I love getting to talk about him, can you tell? Haha.

EmGrover October 8, 2010 at 11:49 am

My father, AKA Papa, is quite an interesting character, I love him to death and could share a million stories. But one common connection between all of the stories happens to be my Papa’s knack for saying something awkward…which ulitmately makes us cringe and laugh at the same time. There is a commercial that says “He once had an awkward moment just to see how it feels.” and we always joke that my Papa likes to see how awkward moments feel.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:08 am

Em,
So my dad…and I love those Dos Equis commercials. In fact, my friends and family always joke that the guy in them looks just like my father. Too funny.

Evan Thomas October 8, 2010 at 11:50 am

One of my earliest memories is of being at this small mini-golf place near our home as a kid. I was maybe 4 and it was dark out. I really wanted this stuffed toy from one of those claw machines where you have to win it, but my dad was awful at that game and we ran out of quarters. Even though the whole place was shut down and (i think) it was snowing, we found a man who worked there who my dad paid off to open up the machine and get the stuffed animal. Even though I can’t remember all the details, I know it meant a lot to me at the time, and still does.

sweetersalt October 8, 2010 at 11:51 am

My Dad is a sweet, hard working man who did (and still does) anything to see his kids happy. One of my favorite memories is of waking up really early in the morning so I could play with play doh with him before he left for work. He made time in his day before he had to be at work at 7:00 am just to play with his little girl – love my Dad!

My parents are currently on vacation in Italy. This is the first time my Dad has ever left the country (besides Canada – practically a part of the US, ha). I am so thrilled for them and just beam when I think of them on a gondola in Venice.

Now I’m all misty eyed – jeez!

Laura :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:06 am

Laura,
Play doh before 7 AM? That warms my heart. :)

lindsay October 8, 2010 at 11:52 am

Prayers are with Katie’s family. My heart goes out to them.
My dad used to wake me up each morning and rub my feet because I always had cold feet. Then he’d make a grilled peanut butter jelly for breakfast and take me to school. It was the best mornings ever!

Maren October 8, 2010 at 11:57 am

What a sweet story! I like any butter that includes chocolate :) When I was little my dad got me a bear that has a tshirt that says, “when all else fails, hug daddy”. Throughout the years and the problems I’ve had in my life, my dad has always been there to hug. Even when he’s not around, I think about the bear my dad got me and it always makes me feel better!

Lindsay October 8, 2010 at 11:59 am

when i think of my dad, i think of the life lessons and the creative ways he found to teach me. Being an engineer, I have always admired him for his out of the box thinking and his wisdom. When I was a teenager, I had a bad habit slamming doors-car doors, inside and outside doors, cabinets. I was probably being overly dramatic I am sure. :) Well, one day after he had corrected me many times for this terrible habit, I slammed the door to my room pretty loudly. Next thing I knew my dad and his tools were taking the doors off of my room! He didn’t have to say anything to me, there were no words and I haven’t slammed a door since. :) Now we laugh about it together looking back. I am so grateful for my dad and all the manners and lessons he taught me and my ornery teenage self. Sending Katie blessings and comfort in her family’s loss.

Toby October 8, 2010 at 12:07 pm

The first story that comes to mind happened when I was 9 years old. My Aunt had bought me a very naught pony for my birthday. I was just learning to ride and the pony, of course, could get away with whatever he wanted. My Dad, who didn’t ride and who was way too big for the pony, got on him, rode him part way down the rode. Then he said something to me like, “don’t be afraid of him, make him do what you want.” I don’t remember how the pony responded after that, but I do know that I learned how to ride quite well over the Summer.

Lauren October 8, 2010 at 12:11 pm

How nice of her and of you to do a giveaway in his honour.

An early memory of my dad is when he took me to Disney Land. He dragged me on to the “it’s a small world” ride (I was terrified) but after I finally agreed to go on it, I loved it. Just like he thought I would. Then he humored me when I insisted that we go on it again…and again.
It’s strange, because now I think the ride is kind of creepy…but my 3 year old self loved it!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:04 am

Lauren,
Ha – I loved It’s a Small World as well when I was little, but I think it would totally creep me out today. So funny. :)

V October 8, 2010 at 12:14 pm

This post and the comments from your readers made me miss my dad. I moved across the country and I’m especially homesick today (Canadian thanksgiving this weekend). So here’s my contribution. I’m sure there’s a better story but the one that sticks out for me the most are his bad jokes. Mostly puns. Sometimes racist, borderline jokes. Here’s one that made my siblings and I laugh as kids. Not sure why this one sticks out, probably because it was one of the better ones:

“a family of tomatoes were walking down the street. The kid tomato was slow so the dad bobbed him on the head and said catch-up!” (ketchup)

Still bad I know.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:03 am

V,
Yes, bad, but made me smile. :)

kelli October 8, 2010 at 12:18 pm

My dad is an awesome dad he does alot of great things for me!!When I was younger and we went to disney world I really wanted to ride the dumbo ride, and my mom and dad waited in line with me for almost 2 hours just to ride it :D !!

Ana October 8, 2010 at 12:19 pm

Being so far away makes me miss my family even more when I talk about them… my dad is the funny kind, he likes to make jokes, he is playful and has always done his very best to give me and my sister all we needed and more. Today he is a grandfather and my son loves him, he likes his jokes and “magic” tricks, plus he loves to watch soccer with him and ride his old ww beetle (from 1962!) together.
It’s been more than a year I have last seen my dad, so I will stop writing before I start crying…!
Oat bran in a mocha jar sounds divine!
Ana

Liz @ Tip Top Shape October 8, 2010 at 12:21 pm

I acquired my coffee addiction from my Dad and whenever I am home from college we grind coffee up fresh for me to take back with me. That way my dad knows that I am properly caffeinated :D

Sarah October 8, 2010 at 12:24 pm

My pop’s an engineer, and while I was ‘Daddy’s little girl’ growing up, a lot of the games and things that we did together had to do with building model train sets and remote-control tanks…not too much on the girlygirl side of things. I have really treasured memories about going to train depots and flying little airplanes together, more than I think I would have if he’d tried to play dolls or something (ick). When I was in the 4th grade, he let me stay up really late past my bedtime one night because we were watching Terminator 2 together…unfortunately, the explosions woke my mom up, who came out and yelled at both of us (and made me go to bed, even though there were only 15 minutes left! I’ve still never seen the very end, lol).

Brandae October 8, 2010 at 12:27 pm

My deepest sympathies to Katie. What a sweet gesture to do a giveaway in his honor. My dad used to take all four of us kids to every soccer or baseball game or concert we had and then squeeze in boating, camping, park fun like creeking into the weekend too. We’d always get to help him build or fix things around the house, he took us to coast guard safety classes, and then taught us everything we needed to know about boating. He made having fun a priority. Thanks Dad!! Sometimes I get so busy with the demands of homeschooling and raising my four boys while caring for my hubby and home that I forget to make sure life should be fun everyday too! Thinking about this today is a good reminder for me. :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:01 am

Brandae,
A good reminder for all of us – thanks to you and your dad. :)

Gina G October 8, 2010 at 12:32 pm

I can’t pick a favorite story, but I can you my Dad is one of my bestfriends. He is/has always been there for me no matter what. I have been through some realllyyy hard times with friends (im sure like many others) and he always manages to put a smile on my face and pull me back together. I love our car rides to the market and impersonations he makes, i just love every single thing about him. I am so so sorry for Katie and their family’s loss, my biggest fear is losing someone i love. my heart goes out to all of you!

Anisha October 8, 2010 at 12:32 pm

Just one of the many random examples of why I love my dad…I was in the fifth grade and had an earth science test that, at the time, seemed like the most important thing in the world that I just HAD to do well on. I was up until way past my bedtime studying but for the life of me couldn’t understand how and why the earth had different “layers”. I remember going into my parents’ room after they were asleep, crying my eyes out, convinced I was going to fail out of fifth grade. Instead of telling me to go back to sleep or saying he’d explain it to me in the morning, my dad got a grapefruit from the kitchen and, right there in their bedroom in the middle of the night, proceeded to cut it in quarters to explain how the crust, mantle, etc. worked, not giving up until he was sure I understood. The next day, I got a 93% on the test :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 11:00 am

Anisha,
Loved it. :)

SillyGooseMama October 8, 2010 at 12:44 pm

My dad died six year ago this month. He died from complications to a gastric bypass surgery. He was morbidly obese most of my life and three years before he died had his first surgery. He lost a lot of weight and I will always treasure those few years before he had complications that he was active and able to enjoy his grandchildren. He was always a child at heart and taught us all to wonder. I suppose indirectly he is responsible for me finding HEAB. I began my own journey to health last fall when I realized I needed to get off the self destructive path of overeating and take responsibility for my own wellness. I want this to be the legacy I leave my children.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:59 am

SillyGooseMama,
So sorry for your loss, but it definitely sounds like your dad had a profound impact on you. Best of luck with your own journey to health – it sounds like you are on a good path. :)

Ashley October 8, 2010 at 12:45 pm

so sorry for your loss katie. My father is actually my stepfather, and even though he’s pretty young to have a daughter my age he never tells people that he’s my stepfather. he always just says he is my dad, even when people say things like “wow you’re so young to have a daughter that old”.

Sarah R October 8, 2010 at 12:49 pm

My dad was a stay at home dad for the year that I was in kindergarten. He would always make me and my friends lunch after school got out, although he’s not much of a cook. The one meal I really remember is Kraft macaroni and cheese with sour cream and onion potato chips and watermelon. Can’t say it was the most nutritious thing we ever ate, but it’s what I remember. He also tried curling my hair one time when my mom was out of town and totally burnt my forehead. I think everyone knew that dad must have done my hair that day. :D

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:57 am

Sarah,
The mac and cheese casserole actually sounds really good to me right now. My dad used to always make me fried bologna sandwiches. Definitely not the most nutritious meal either, but no one made them like dad. :)

Emily October 8, 2010 at 1:02 pm

My dad has been ill for most of his life – Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, and Crohns disease, and now a degenerative muscle disease that will eventually be what kills him. Throughout all of this, I have NEVER heard him complain. He runs his own business, put all his kids through college, and is always ready to listen to our own (comparatively miniscule!) complaints. Even when he’s struggling physically, he gets down on the floor to play with his grandsons. He’s the most amazing man.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:55 am

Emily,
He sounds like an amazing man. :)

Zahra October 8, 2010 at 1:03 pm

My dad has always been there to support my career goals and has helped me in my journey countless times. His most despised pasttime is shopping, but he still went with me a few times when my mom couldn’t come. I was definitely daddy’s “little girl” growing up, and he couldn’t stand to see me cry..still can’t! :)

Katie October 8, 2010 at 1:04 pm

My daddy has called me Buglet ever since I was little. And, to this day, he still writes To: Buglet From: Pappy on my Christmas presents. I love him. :)

Lauren @WWoB October 8, 2010 at 1:13 pm

When I was really young, my dad always used to offer to brush my hair in the mornings. I was always reluctant to say yes because he didnt know his own strength. If I let him, I would typically end up holding back tears because I am tender-headed.. Aww.

Kristin (Cook, Bake, Nibble) October 8, 2010 at 1:18 pm

I always thought of my dad as the “cool dad” when I was growing up- in fact, he was so cool he took my friends and I to over a dozen concerts while in high school, and I kid you not… we had to drag HIM out of the mosh pit at the end of the night. hah!

xo
Kris

Karen October 8, 2010 at 1:19 pm

My Dad was in the Navy for nearly 30 years as a pilot. I always thought he was the toughest, coolest, man that ever lived – my hero. We moved when I was going into 11th grade from Florida to the New England area – quite a change. The first boy I brought home to meet my family went back to school and told everyone that my Dad ate nails for breakfast. My Dad got quite a reputation in my high school. I think that was because when the boy came over my Dad was shirtless and splitting logs for the woodstove – testosterone city and the boy in question really wanted to be a pilot. I don’t know what happened to the boy but my Dad is now over 60 years old and races his car for fun on a local track and is still tough and masculine guy! Every girl deserves a Dad who is her hero!

Lindsay October 8, 2010 at 1:43 pm

My dad and I have had our moments because of my struggle with Anorexia, but I remember one time during my first treatment, when I woke up one day and my dad was looking through my baby book and began crying because he was so scared that he was going to lose me. I now make sure to give my dad a hug every night when he gets home everynight. I LOVE my dad and wouldnt be who I am without him!! :)

Maria October 8, 2010 at 1:44 pm

I remember when my sister and I were younger, our favorite game was “Pretty, Pretty Princess”. This is a game where the prize is wearing as many pieces of jewelery as possible. We wanted someone to show us how to play, so my dad offered to play…earrings and crown included ;)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:53 am

Maria,
Haha – no way. Now that is a good dad! :)

Diana (Soap & Chocolate) October 8, 2010 at 1:48 pm

Aww, you know what? If your blanket and my blanket got married they would be the Bee-Gees. :)

My dad is such a sweet, quiet guy that I think back on all the little things he did for me and feel like I wish I could have appreciated him more at the time. He traveled a lot on business so when he was around, he would make sure to give me hugs all the time, but once I was a teenager I would shrug him off and not understand why he had to be all “up in my face” and whatnot. At the end of the day, all he wanted was to spend time with his little girl.

Now that I’m “grown up” (HA) and trying to carve out a career path, he’s the one encouraging me to “follow my bliss” and not worry about what anyone (including my own parents) expect of me. Can’t ask for more than that!

elaine October 8, 2010 at 1:50 pm

o gosh I don’t know why, but I teared up a bit towards the end of reading your post. I think it’s wonderful what you guys are doing and helping all of us to remember to cherish the beauty of life.

one of my favorite memories has to be when my dad taught me how to ride a bike when i was 7 years old. He had a lot more faith in my abilities than I did at the time and therefore let go of the bike a lot sooner than I was ready for. Needless to say there was a minor accident involving me and our car’s poor side view mirror. I was crying so hard that my dad did something unimaginable. He baked. Yup he brought me inside, cleaned me up and whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Those cookies are to this day the best cookies I ever had.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:52 am

Elaine,
Your dad story totally made me tear up…so sweet. :)

Carrie October 8, 2010 at 1:52 pm

My dad is the coolest. I still remember him teaching me how to ride my bike. Holding onto the bike and running along with me, then letting me go when I was ready – even before I knew it myself.

Sending good energy to Katie and her family.

Sara October 8, 2010 at 1:58 pm

Katie, I’m so sorry for your loss.

My dad was in charge of tucking me in and telling me a bedtime story. He would make up weird little stories about “Jake and Ida.” Like, “Jake and Ida Go to the Dump,” “Jake and Ida Dig Potatoes,” or “Jake and Ida Buy the Newspaper.” After the story was done, he’d pull the covers up and say “Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite bite bite, and NO SHENANIGANS.”

I say the same thing to my girls at bedtime every night. :)

Kristin October 8, 2010 at 2:00 pm

My dad loves to cook. I like to thank him for passing this creative talent on to me. Sending love to Katie and her family as they grieve their loss. Thank you!

Nina October 8, 2010 at 2:03 pm

I saw my dad cry for the first time in my life about two weeks ago. I came home from college for a visit, and my eating disorder apparently caused me to look worse. He’s always been the type to just shrug things off and not say what’s on his mind, but not that time. We had a special father daughter moment I’ll never forget. I’ve never seen him worry that much about anything else. That hit home. I’m gonna try harder to overcome this, all for him. Love you, Dad.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:51 am

Nina,
Sounds like your dad loves you very much. You CAN overcome this…you WILL. :)

Beth Michaels October 8, 2010 at 2:05 pm

When I was in high school dealing with a multitude of pressure between academics, sports, and a social life, I was very busy and had quite a bit less physical time to spend with my Dad (who was a very hard worker) with all my activities. One morning, there was a yellow post-it on the mirror with an inspirational quote dealing with the exact situation I was going through, that really helped me though the day. This continued throughout high school and was one of the ways my Dad showed me how much he loved me and thought about me every day. I still have most of them!
Oh and I LOVE ANY kind of nut and/or nut that has been “butterized!!!!!!!”

Abbey October 8, 2010 at 2:09 pm

My Dad is a large man and as a child I was often afraid to get into trouble and would stay out of his way as best I could. One summer day he came into the house and told me to get into the truck. He wasn’t upset or anything, but I sure was! I didn’t know what I had done but felt I was in trouble. I started crying and went to get in the truck and we left. We drove to town which takes about 20min from their house and when we arrived, he drove straight to the only store that carried clothing and accesories for girls. He bought me three full outfits and then proceeded to the jewelry store, the REAL jewelry store, and bought me my some studs in my birthstone as well as some small gold hoops (hey, it was like 1993). My father can come off gruff, but he is one of the most generous, thoughtful people I know!

Maggie @ Say Yes to Salad October 8, 2010 at 2:10 pm

Katie, I’m sorry for your loss.

My dad always listens and he is a rock (in a good way). He has ALWAYS been there for me, no matter what. He’s calm and accepting and a wonderful role model.

Carolyn October 8, 2010 at 2:11 pm

Not the best day for a heartwarming “Dad” story from me…but i will say that the idea of putting the homemade coconut yogurt milk into overnight oats is brillant…

:-)

Have a great weekend Heather!

Shirley Wu October 8, 2010 at 2:14 pm

My heart goes out to Katie and her family…I could not imagine what life would be like without my father! Though we don’t always get along and there is a bit of a culture barrier between us, I love my dad. He’s always been fun and loves to tease and joke. Sure he’s rough on the outside (I get my stubbornness and hot temper from him!), but he truly loves my sister and I. Whenever he makes dinner, he makes sure to cook things we like. He would de-shell shrimp for us and pile our bowls with food!

When I moved to the east coast for school, he was really sad, but I think he’s learning to accept I’m not a little girl anymore!

mama October 8, 2010 at 2:19 pm

My dad just has so much faith in me! He has always taught me to dive full fledged into my dreams and that i really can do anything, REALLY!! I luv him so much!

Stacie @ Imperfectly Healthy October 8, 2010 at 2:28 pm

When I was young, I wanted to be exactly like my dad so I always tried to walk exactly like him. Fast forward to now, and I STILL walk like him and even can see it in photos in the way I hold myself. Probably not great since it’s not the most feminine way to be, but it’s a part of me nonetheless!

Tiffany October 8, 2010 at 2:31 pm

I played volleyball in high school and at one of my games I looked over and noticed that my dad was hiding in the crowd video recording me. I was so embarrased but after I saw the video a few years ago I’m really glad he did that.

Portia October 8, 2010 at 2:38 pm

My dad is my best friend. We always laugh together till we’re crying. I don’t know if I have one particular memory….just that we love to get together and find amazing restaurants and diners to eat at. We never have silent moments when we are together, just happy love.

ann October 8, 2010 at 2:43 pm

My dad was always there for other people to lend a helping hand and was very generous. After he died, a young business owner (dry cleaning) came to our door saying that my father had lent him $1000 when he was hurting and he wanted to repay it. We didn’t even know about it.

He told us we had free dry cleaning for life!

Ann

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:47 am

Ann,
I loved reading that. :)

Stefanie October 8, 2010 at 2:46 pm

I am sorry for your lose Katie. My thoughts are with you.

My dad always encourages me to do my best even when I want to give up. Even though it can be annoying I still love him for it.

Ida October 8, 2010 at 2:54 pm

My dad is really good at needlepoint and used to make me rugs for my dollhouse when I was little. Now that i’m grown he makes me throw pillows. needlepoint takes forever, and it was so sweet of him to spend all that time making things for me.

Brenna Kater, the Oceanskater October 8, 2010 at 3:01 pm

My dad & I went out to buy a pre-cut Christmas tree when I was in high school. We tied the tree to the top of the car and only realized, once we tried to go home, that we tied the car doors shut :)

Katie October 8, 2010 at 3:07 pm

I am near tears, seriously. I am SUCH a daddy’s girl and I cry during any movie that has a dad/daughter scene – Armageddon? Yep.

I was a tomboy growing up, and my dad was my softball coach. I loved that I got to spend two hours every afternoon with him, but kind of hated having to share him with the rest of the team! We always played catch on the weekends too.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:46 am

Katie,
I CANNOT wait to see CD playing catch with the HEABlet! I have no doubt that she will be daddy’s little girl. :)

Teri October 8, 2010 at 3:15 pm

My dad is the smartest, funniest, loving person I know. He has taught me so much. Every year on my birthday…no matter how many times I’ve heard it, he tells everyone the story of my birth…how I came 3 months early, he was on a business trip and had to fly back to Denver, when he got there there was a random May snowstorm and his plane had to cirlcle for hours before they could land etc. He tears up every time…as well as everyone else listening. It never gets old!!!! I hope to hear it many more times! He is always there to give me a boost and make me laugh. I’m so blessed!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:45 am

Teri,
I’m sitting in a coffee shop right now reading your dad story and trying not to tear up. So sweet. :)

Shannon October 8, 2010 at 3:26 pm

My dad is quirky and unpredictable and one of those kinds of guys you’d like even if he wasn’t your dad. My earliest memory of him is standing on our dining table and dancing with him to the Saturday night oldies station.

Mary October 8, 2010 at 4:18 pm

My dad would dance to Elvis on our coffee table – it was hilarious!

caronae October 8, 2010 at 3:30 pm

My dad is an excellent pianist. When my sister and I were little girls, some evenings we would all go down to the family room and he would play ragtime — especially Maple Leaf Rag or Pineapple Rag — and we would dance our hearts out. He’s been through some tough times (as have I!) but I love him so much!

Sara October 8, 2010 at 3:48 pm

I can’t imagine life without my dad. He used to take me hunting with him and anything else outdoorsy. About 5 years ago he was mis-diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease. He started going downhill so fast, I thought I would lose him before I was able to walk down the aisle or even have kids for him to hold. Luckily they discovered what was going on – a vitamin B12 deficiency. Now that he is healthy (and on B12), he walked me down the aisle two years ago and hopefully someday soon he’ll be able to be the amazing grandpa I know he will be.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:44 am

Sara,
“and hopefully someday soon he’ll be able to be the amazing grandpa I know he will be.”…he will. :)

Sarah L October 8, 2010 at 4:07 pm

When I was in high school, my dad and I would meet up once a week for lunch. Even though we saw each other most evenings at home, those lunches were often the highlight of my week – I felt like my dad understood me in a way that few others did. I wish that I still lived in the same city as my dad so that those weekly lunches could continue!

Sarah @ BonjourPanda October 8, 2010 at 4:13 pm

My dad was a funny one when I was very young. When I lost my tomagatchi, he told me he had run over it with his car. I was so sad. Of course I eventually found it, intact. He also told me that he got his belly by swallowing a pillow, just so I could lie on it.

Mary October 8, 2010 at 4:17 pm

My dad has a ridiculous sense of humor and is probably one of the smartest people I know. He taught me the value of pi and the square root of 2 when I was in second grade because he thought I needed to know it – plus it was cool for him to show off to his friends that his 6 year old knew advanced math (even if I had no clue what I was talking about at the time). He also did my hair and my sister’s hair whenever we had to look nice. He grew up with four brothers, so I don’t know where he got the skills, but he always talked in a silly voice and would act crazy when he would do our hair. I try to explain it to friends, but they don’t quite understand how funny his ‘Daddy Bruce’ (his name is Keith…) act was at the time. I remember my face hurting and crying from laughing so much while he was doing my hair. :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:42 am

Mary,
I loved your story. CD is a total math/finance brain, and sometimes he talks to my belly about investments and dividends in a calm soothing voice like he’s reading a fairy tale. I would not be surprised if the HEABlet spouts off random math knowledge in second grade either. In fact, I’m pretty sure it will happen. ;)

Maryea @ Happy Healthy Mama October 8, 2010 at 4:40 pm

Aw, I love the story about your dad getting your “bee”. My niece calls her blanket “B”, too.

My dad. I have so many great memories, but since this is a food blog I’ll share a food memory. :-) My parents both worked full time (or whatever you call it when it is MORE than full time) and so the one day we had a family meal together was Sunday. All day Sunday our house was filled with wonderful aromas because my dad spent the day preparing a home-cooked meal.

*Andrea* October 8, 2010 at 4:42 pm

when my mom used to work the night shifts on weekends as a nurse and would sleep during the day on saturdays, my dad would take me and my sister to Toys R Us to pick out a toy (my first makeup kit ;) ) and then to the penny candy store for a sweet treat!

kayla @ let's live wholesome October 8, 2010 at 4:45 pm

Even though my father and I have a rough relationship now, I’ll never forget the ridiculous nicknames he had for me! My names is Kayla, but he’d call me Bobby, Bobby Jo, and Princess all the time. To this day, my family still calls me these names!

lindsay (goodiesgalore October 8, 2010 at 4:46 pm

. Pops decided to give me the birds in the bees talk when I was in college. Thanks dad, too little too late pal.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:38 am

Lindsay,
:)

Heather October 8, 2010 at 4:51 pm

I am such a daddy’s girl. When I had my car accident, the only phone call I made was to my dad (I was married at the time- didn’t call my husband). Dad was starting to make dinner- turned off the stove, left the food sitting out, and came to the accident. My dad doesn’t talk a great deal, but I know he loves me…his actions speak louder than words.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Katie and her family.

Rika October 8, 2010 at 4:58 pm

I slowly stopped eating meat with my family and decided to go meat-free upon entering college. I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner at a restaurant last year, and my dad remembered I didn’t eat meat so he reassured me that there’s my type of food there too. I didn’t know he knew about my eating habits- I was so touched.

laura t. October 8, 2010 at 5:30 pm

ill never forget how my dad opened my first college acceptance letter EVER, and didnt think it was a big deal. i was really upset at the time, but now, looking back, i laugh :)

Amber Shea @Almost Vegan October 8, 2010 at 5:53 pm

It cracks me up to think how my little sister and I used to fight like crazy over who got the first kiss when my dad came home from work. I mean, sometimes we would flat-out wage war over it…my mother had to pry us apart more than once. :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:37 am

Amber,
Hehe – so cute. Isn’t it funny to remember what used to cause fights? My younger brother and I had 2 major battles every year: 1) Who got to set up the manger scene at Christmas. I never agreed with his placement of the wise men and sheep and 2) Who got to jump in the pool first when my parents declared the water was finally warm enough for a swim. Makes me laugh just thinking about it.

Dana October 8, 2010 at 5:57 pm

My dad is always there for me and my sisters. He coached soccer and basketball for all of us and very rarely ever missed a game. He taught us to ride our bikes and swim, and encourages us to try our best at everything we do. We really bond over books, bicycling, and boats, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. He is the best and I know he sacrificed a lot of work opportunities to always be there for us at every event and for that I am eternally grateful!

sarahgirl October 8, 2010 at 6:00 pm

my dad promised me one barley sugar if I made it to the top of Mt Kosciusko. I made it! I was eight. now I wonder about the whereabouts of the rest of the packet…

Maya October 8, 2010 at 6:04 pm

My dad was the primary caregiver while my mom worked and he spent a lot of time playing with us and taking us on adventures. Once my pet parakeet escaped (we lived in the desert) and my dad chased it all through the cactus and spiny trees using a 12 foot pole with a makeshift net attached to the end. He finally managed to catch it after 5 hours of tireless work, and we had to get out tweezers to take out all the spines that he got in his legs! I still can’t believe he did that for me!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:35 am

Maya…5 hours?!? Impressive. Sounds like your dad loves you very much. :)

Ellen October 8, 2010 at 6:05 pm

my dad has always instilled in me the need to find some sort of exercise that you love to do, so it never feels like work. i always remind myself of that when i start getting any sort of negative feelings towards working out. he has played basketball with friends 2 mornings a week for as long as i can remember!

sarah October 8, 2010 at 6:26 pm

My father used to drive us screaming kids around in a motorhome all over the US… how he stayed sane I don’t know!

Melissa @ TryingToHeal October 8, 2010 at 6:33 pm

I think when sometimes parents try to make hard decisions for their kids, my dad gives me the reality and always makes me choose based on all my ideas/choices. He also supports me in all my crazy adventures…like my first Florida job? Dad helped me through the pros and cons and when I decided that I was going to go, he said, “Hell yeah! You’re gonna have so much fun!! And be so happy doing it!”

Danielle October 8, 2010 at 6:38 pm

I’m so sorry to hear of Katies loss!

My dad is my hero. He has always provided me with strength and direction and limitless love, but he’s a big emotional teddy bear too. When I was born, he wrote a poem…it rhymed and everything. Not too many years later when my parents got divorced, he added to it. I later found out that he carried it with him every day, in his work briefcase. Thats so cute!

J3nn (Jenn's Menu and Lifestyle Blog) October 8, 2010 at 6:52 pm

Awww, this is such a sweet giveaway!! Vanilla almond butter sounds amazing.

My father died unexpectedly when I was 12 years old, but I still think about him every single day. He had such an impact on my life, I just wish I had the chance for him to know me as an adult. :) I’d describe him as a cross between Tony Soprano and Fred Flintstone, LOL.

My father loved to organize events in the community and never hesitated to help someone that sought his advice or needed a favor. He was loved and respected by all who knew him and I wish I knew more people like him now.

He wasn’t the most affectionate man, but you could see his genuine concern and humbleness poke through at the right times. He worked hard, harder than anyone I have ever known, and one thing he always encouraged me to do is to “help mommy.” He instilled in me the importance of helping others and supporting your loved ones. He taught me that even little things make a difference. Like he’d give me a handful of change and instruct me to put it in the Salvation Army bucket at Christmastime or he’d take my aunt, my mom’s sister to the grocery store because she didn’t have a car—it doesn’t take much, but even a little time and effort help can make a person’s day easier and brighter.

If I ever have a son, I hope to name him after my father, Francis. :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:31 am

“it doesn’t take much, but even a little time and effort help can make a person’s day easier and brighter.” Wise words Jenn. :)

Amanda B. October 8, 2010 at 7:07 pm

My dad raised me from the age of 6, in a town where a single father raising a daughter was frowned upon. I’m so incredibly grateful to him for all the sacrifices he made for me, and all the lessons he taught me, when other men might have just bowed out. Even now that I live on my own and am relatively self-sufficient, the minute my car breaks down or I need something fixed in my apartment he’ll drive the hour out to where I live to help me out.

My dad’s always been kind of gruff and goofy. When he’s upset, he never shows it- he always just pretends it doesn’t bother him or makes a joke about. But I still remember when I moved out of the house to go to college and we didn’t live together for the first time in 12 years. He called me every.single.day. for a week under the guise of telling me how my CAT was doing. I got all these messages when I was in class about how “Tigger misses you”. It was his way of checking up on me without having to get all sappy-emotional about it, even though we both knew what he was doing.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:33 am

Amanda,
Amazing and sweet story. I think raising a daughter on all on my own would be one of the hardest things ever…all the phone calls about your cat made me want to cry. Sounds like your dad loves you very much. :)

Amy Darabcsek (NutMERIC) October 8, 2010 at 7:15 pm

Well my Dad is a father of 5! He just has always worked so hard in his life. Still at 64 he is still working FULL time! Last year my Mother of 55 had Heart Failure and he did all he could to get me back home from CA. Then had to take care of us 5 kids completely upset and besides ourself. He was there for us the whole month in intensive care and he never left the hospital 1 time till my Mom did.

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HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:29 am

Amy,
Your dad sounds very loving and kind. You got a good one Amy. :)
Hope the 5K went well this morning!!

Sarah B October 8, 2010 at 7:17 pm

My daddy and I share a LOVE for nut butters, mixed (salty) bar nuts especially CASHEWS. Since I was 3 years old, I get my father a jar of salted whole cashews for every birthday, father’s day, valentine’s day, and christmas. He shakes the present and acts like he has NOOOO idea what it could be ;) After opening every other present and finding none as satisfying or delcious as the cashews, we snuggle up together on his leather recliner and indulge in salty, buttery goodness! I still try to fit on the recliner with him and I am now 24 years old.

I still own the size 2T shirt, “If you think I’m cute, you should see my daddy :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:26 am

Sarah B.
Such a sweet story. :) We got a LaZBoy recliner for the nursery. I can’t wait to see CD and the HEABlet all snuggled in it together. :)

Jae October 8, 2010 at 7:18 pm

My daddy is a fun man. When I was younger, he let me go to the zoo to see my zebras :)

aha but really, without my dad, I wouldnt be alive… literally :) and figuratively. I wouldnt study at the kitchen table if it werent for him. <3

Lola October 8, 2010 at 7:31 pm

Oh my father is awesome!!!!! He’s the best, really,even if he gives me shit about eating the way I do (he’s a meat and potatoes kind of guy, he always is there for me, he stills give me a ride to school, he makes me my smoothies everyday, he goes with me to all my doctor appointments, and every sunday we go to the movies together :)

Neena October 8, 2010 at 7:33 pm

As an only child, I have always been a daddy’s girl. I called my dad Papasan and he called me his little honeysuckle. We have always been close. As much as I love my dad, my greatest memories of him have been since the birth of my daughter two years ago. He is the best grandpa and watching the two of them running around and giggling does my heart good. My heart goes out to Katie. Losing a father or father-in-law must be devastating.

Lisa Torres October 8, 2010 at 7:35 pm

Oh so sorry for the loss….
One of my best memory with my dad just so happens to involve peanut butter!! LOL..He loves peanut butter cookies we used to make them and add peanut MM’s or oatmeal or choc chips etc…we even smashed up see’s candy peanut brittle hey back in the day….we didnt know we were so unhealthy….anyways his favorites were always peanut mm’s I know weird..huh..but try it when you splurge….soo yummy….
anyways…My dad had a stroke 3 years ago and he is flacid on his left side…including in mouth so he has to be careful what he eats….so I make him peanut butter cookies with crushed mm’s and we just pray they dont get stuck…LOL…lots of milk..he doesnt know I make them flourless now…but shh thats another story…..
I made peanut butter and jelly’s for my dad’s lunch for at least 15 years and I used to complain but funny thing is he ate those sandwichs for his lunch every day and never complained…… DAD’s Rock!!!

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:24 am

Lisa,
I craved peanut M&M’s during my first trimester and splurged often…you just can’t beat ‘em. :)

laura October 8, 2010 at 7:44 pm

my dad is the best advice giver ever. whenever i need some help regarding life, cars, boys, school, etc. i know i can always count on him to help me out

nicole October 8, 2010 at 7:46 pm

My real father was an absent alcoholic. But my step-dad went above and beyond to be a good dad to me. For my wedding, he had someone write our father-daughter dance song. He is a man of few words. LOL They wrote the song and put it to music, and we danced.

Brooke October 8, 2010 at 7:51 pm

Katie… my heart goes out to you. Take care.
I just developed a relationship with my father recently, and I’m so glad I did it. My parents split before I was 2, and I was raised by my mom and grandparents. I was told that my father ran out on us, for the most part.
At one point, I realized that people do dumb things in their 20′s, and considering that he was a university department head, he wasn’t a mere deadbeat (also had a second family of his own). I “took my chances” and met him a few years ago in my early 30′s. Despite the fact that I grew up with my mom’s family, my father and I are both scientists (and think that way!), we’re both athletic and are really driven, both tell the same puns, and look so much alike. I go down and visit him now and then in AZ, and my husband and I enjoy cooking, hiking, and hanging out with him. It’s like I have a totally new family I’ve discovered and that I’m still exploring. It’s wonderful. :) So glad I took the risk of meeting him.

Now–back to finishing up my first batch of homemade coconut butter (making, not eating, YET!)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 10:21 am

Brooke,
I’m glad you took the risk too. :) Hope the coconut butter turned out! :)

Taylor October 8, 2010 at 8:11 pm

When I was in the sixth grade I went through social hell trying to fit in with the “popular” clique at school. One day things got particularly bad and I found out about a lot of nasty things the other girls had been saying about me and when my dad picked me up from school I was sobbing and inconsolable. He asked me what was wrong and I said I didn’t want to talk about it.

Instead of taking me home like normal, he instead drove me to a nearby grocery store and had me pick out a stuffed animal and a treat. I got an extra plush and floppy lion, which I later named Rory, and a chocolate frosted long john with sprinkles.

My dad isn’t good with words or offering advice and verbal comfort. But by doing that he showed me that he still cared and loved me and wanted to make me feel better without pressing me to talk.

And to this very day, I sleep with Rory every night. :]

Eliza October 8, 2010 at 8:13 pm

Such a lovely and touching giveaway…
Even though i don’t see my father that often and we do fight a lot, i love him so much and we have a lot in common among our taste in music, art, photography and food…(we both share a love for hazelnuts..he is like obsessed, it’s quite funny) :)
As a kid he would always make crepes for breakfast, the best authentic French crepes, considering he grew up in Paris! :) For my 16th birthday we went to Paris for 2 weeks, during the summer…It was the best experience of my life! What made it so much more amazing was to be guided around by my dad who showed myself, and my siblings the beautiful apartment he grew up in! Also it was so great to have him there to be able to speak french and translate things haha ;)

xx
eliza

Clairerose C October 8, 2010 at 8:41 pm

I’m so sorry for your loss,Katie.My prayers go out to you and your family.I lost my Pop 10 years ago.He was always a friendly fellow and referred to everybody as his friend.My favorite memories are,of course,eating and cooking together.If there was a mess to be made,we made it.There was not a clean pot in the house.hehe…It was so much fun and the eats were delicious.He could make a meal out of nothing.Now,that’s a gift:-)cc

Julz October 8, 2010 at 8:41 pm

My dad always supports me!

Janice October 8, 2010 at 8:50 pm

No matter where I have moved to and lived, my Dad always makes sure he comes to visit right away so he can visualize in his head where I live and that his baby girl is OK.

Tara October 8, 2010 at 8:55 pm

One night I got an intense craving for brown sugar cinnamon poptarts. Not the fiber one brand, or the low fat version, but real brown sugar cinnamon poptarts. It was 11 pm, and my dad, being the great guy he is, took me out to get them. Now it’s one of our inside jokes and we buy them for each other on occasion just because it reminds us of that night.

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 5:48 pm

Tara,
What is about frosted brown sugar cinnamon Pop-Tarts…when those cravings hit, NOTHING else will do. ;)

Riss October 8, 2010 at 8:57 pm

Katie, my sympathies go out to you and your family right now!

My father and I have always had an interesting dynamic. We are both extremely strong and stubborn people, which doesn’t always make for a peaceful relationship! He’s never been very good at expressing how he really feels, but all through high school (and even during my first couple years of college), he sent me flowers every Valentine’s Day. He never signed the card… I suppose he wanted me to think I had some secret admirer, but those flowers from him meant more to me than if they had come from any other guy!

Hannah October 8, 2010 at 9:04 pm

My Dad built me a doll’s house when I was little. Well, he started to at least. He may never have finished it, but I knew he loved me because he tried :)

Annie October 8, 2010 at 9:15 pm

my dad is 80… and he is still so in love with my mom… 7 years ago he bought her a birthday card that plays endless love… every morning for 7 years, my dad gets out that card and plays it for my mom at the breakfast table.. it is soooooo sweet… but one of my favorite childhood memories is of my dad “sniffing out” bears… to this day I do not know how he did it.. but we’d all be in the car “do you smell em yet?? do you?” and he’d sniff the air and say “not yet”… on and on until finally he’d say “I think I smell a bear (pronounced “bar”)” and within minutes we’d see a bear!! It was amazing… I am a very very lucky daughter indeed! oh oh.. one more.. the worse thing I have ever heard my dad say to my mom was one time while rearranging the furniture.. my mom had gone full circle and had him moving it back to its original place and he said “Kiss my big toe” and moved the furniture LOL..

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 5:45 pm

Annie,
Your dad sounds precious – “Kiss my big toe”. I love it. :)

Gaby October 8, 2010 at 9:20 pm

I’m so sorry for Katie’s loss! I can’t even imagine how that feels and hope that I don’t have to for a very long time.
My dad is a violinist and I grew up dancing, so when I was little I was always running around in my tutu and he would play music from The Nutcracker for me. My mom also loves to tell the story about when she was reading Cindarella to me once and asked me where my prince was. I responded with “he’s in the bedroom playing violin!”

Also, I have poptarts ready to mail. They are whole wheat, vegan, cinnamon poptarts :) I did remember you were trying to stay away from gluten, but I was afraid to experiment with gluten free for the first time on something I was sending you so I hope that’s ok! Everything in moderation right? Otherwise they’re super healthy. Unfrosted because I’m afraid that would get messy, but I figured you have so many amazing nut butters and coconut butter that would be 10 times better than any poptart frosting anyways!

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 5:33 pm

Gaby,
First off, I love the thought of you dancing around in your tutu while your prince played the violin for you, and secondly, I AM SO EXCITED about the pop-tarts. You have no idea – thank you so much. I’ve got the coconut butter all ready. :)

jackie October 8, 2010 at 9:44 pm

My daddy always turned a corner of my blanket down for me before he went to bed. That way, when I was up late studying for school I would always know that when I finally do get to bed my daddy has already turned down a corner for me, hoping I would get a good nights sleep.

Ellie October 8, 2010 at 10:07 pm

I went home to get some stuff to go camping recently and stayed the night. When I woke up there was a *pile* of my dad’s outdoor wear, gloves, hats and those little finger-warmer things sitting outside my door. He doesn’t want me to get cold I guess!

Shannon October 8, 2010 at 10:16 pm

What a sweet way to tribute her father! I never knew how involved my dad was when I was little until i was talking to my mom much later in life. Turns out he was always the one running around with me and taking me to friends and all that as mom couldn’t :) Touched my heart, and i’ll never forget it!

Danielle October 8, 2010 at 10:18 pm

My dad used to tell me to “be good” each day before I went off to school. When I moved away for college, I was terrified. My dad hugged me goodbye and once again, told me to “be good.” It was just what I needed!

Rowie October 8, 2010 at 10:20 pm

My dad and I used to drive around with the windows down and the stereo up as loud as possible, trying to replicate the greatest rock and roll screams of all time! I think Paul McCartney had better watch out for my dad, he’s got some competition!

Danielle October 8, 2010 at 10:34 pm

Ohh, I love Dad stories! My Dad and I are very close, we we’ve had lots of memorable times. One of my favorites from my childhood is when we had a huge snowstorm and my Dad spent hours outside in the freezing cold making an “igloo” that we could play in. He packed the snow so tight then dug out a tunnel so we could crawl across. Thinking back I now realize what a pain in the butt that must have been, especially in the freezing cold snow…but we did have lots of fun playing in our igloo :)

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 5:29 pm

Danielle,
I love the igloo – great story! :)

J October 8, 2010 at 11:30 pm

When I was 17, my dad and I biked across the entire state of CO! It was wonerful!

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 5:28 pm

J,
Very cool – I bet the both of you have a lot of fun memories from that trip! :)

catherine October 8, 2010 at 11:43 pm

my dad was gone all the time growing up, on the road for business for weeks at a time. he always made sure to be home for my choir shows, and viola concerts, and i didn’t realize then how much effort went into his presence at these important things. we’ve grown apart some, but this was a really great reminder of how much my dad loved me, and still does.

amanda October 9, 2010 at 12:12 am

My dad passed away when I was 17 while in basic training of cancer. My dad and I had a rough relationship as I was growing up. However, I remember when I was really young we use to run Saturday morning errands and we use to stop at the lotto place so he could play his number and I would get a red slurpee. :)

Brandi B. October 9, 2010 at 12:44 am

I am definitely a daddy’s little girl. I don’t know what I would do without him. It is hard watching him get older, but I see so much of myself in him, I am truly blessed.

Emily October 9, 2010 at 1:59 am

Your blanket story reminded me of a similar one I have.

When I was little I used to carry around a little pillow called “Peelow” everywhere I went. One time we went on vacation in Texas and I left Peelow in the hotel bed. We had already checked out before I noticed I left my pillow behind. My dad drove our family back to the hotel and searched our hotel room. Housekeeping had already cleaned, so dad pleaded with the staff to search for my pillow in the laundry. Believe it or not, they found Peelow!
And I was a happy girl. The End.

Thanks, dad!

Ibu October 9, 2010 at 3:20 am

My father is over 4,000 miles away in another continent and I miss him. Growing up everyone said that I looked like him. I always try to make him proud and I talk to him 3 or 4 times a week depending on how busy the week is. I look forward to seeing my family again in about 2 months!

Heather October 9, 2010 at 6:37 am

My dad and I never really had a relationship when I was younger. He was always busy with work and my parents had near constant marriage issues. When it was time for me to leave the nest and go to college, I had pretty much decided there would never be any sort of relationship or bond between the two of us. Check-in calls were, “Um, can I talk to mom?” That was pretty much the extent of our conversations. Until about a year ago…my dad has been in the Air Force Reserves nearly all my life and he was due up for retirement, but had to do one mandatory deployment to be able to retire. He was sent to Krgystan for 8 long months. I think the time away helped him to see how far away he was when he was home. From the day his plane landed last January, our relationship has continued to grow. What we have today is honestly something I never would’ve thought I could have.

Maya October 9, 2010 at 7:45 am

There was a bully in my after school program when I was 8 and one day, when my dad came to pick me up, he totally told the bully off. It was awesome. Love my papi.

Just read your last post, can’t believe your six weeks away!!

Megan October 9, 2010 at 8:43 am

So sorry about Katie’s father. One thing I love about my dad is that he is always up for adventure… like tonight we’re going to a state fair to ride some rickety rides and eat junk food!

Also, I just posted about a FANTASTIC pancake recipe of yours that I tried this morning! They were awesome!

Izzy October 9, 2010 at 9:46 am

I’m such a daddy’s girl – my relationship with my mother has always been strained, but my dad’s always been there. He’s worked so hard to keep our family afloat and I have more respect and love for him than anything.

I just thought of a nuttily appropriate story – Sunday was typically the only day of the week my dad didn’t work in the morning, so before church, he’d make crepes for breakfast, filling with our favourite fixins. I always had three, and no matter how hard he’d try to fit ricotta cheese in one of those, I’d always request it the same way – one with Nutella, two with peanut butter, drizzled with fruit preserves. <3

izzyy
xoxox

Emily October 9, 2010 at 10:02 am

I will never forget the moment I saw my dad on the day I graduated from college. All the graduates were lined up in a procession in front of the main campus building on our way to the tent. We were stopped while they got the guests seated and everything set up. Out nowhere I saw my dad and heard him shouting “Em, Em!.” As he approached me he started welling up with these huge tears (picture: big firefighter/motorcycle guy’s guy). I immediately started sobbing. He gave me the biggest huge and told me he was so incredibly proud of me; the first person in our family to go to college. A few of my close friends were in line near me and they were all in tears. I definitely love my dad big time :)

Natalie October 9, 2010 at 10:52 am

I cannot say enough wonderful things about my dad. He is an amazing father of 4 girls and has never once complained about being the only man in the house. He is a very successful career man and has always provided well for our family, but never once missed a sports game and even coached every single one of our teams growing up. My favorite memories with my dad are family vacations and going to the Shreveport Captains home opener every year together.

Heather October 9, 2010 at 11:13 am

what a creative way to honor someone. i don’t have a specific story but i can say that my dad has been an amazing support to me these last few years. when my mom was diagnosed with a rare neurological degnerative disorder, she moved out of the house. this was because unfortunately her condition caused her to have a very skewed view about my dad even though he only wanted to help. despite how she has treated him, he has continued to support her financially throughout the years, keeps in touch with her family, and is still genuinely concerned about her health. had he not been so caring, it would have been very difficult for me to have a good relationship with both of my parents, so i am very thankful for his continued concern and respect for mine and my mom’s relationship.

Monica October 9, 2010 at 11:55 am

Katie, I am so sorry for your loss! My thoughts and prayers are with you and your loved ones.

There are so many stories that stick out in my memory when I think about how much my Dad means to me and how he as always been there for me, but one sticks out in particular from when I was in the 4th grade. I broke my arm playing on the monkey bars and when my Dad came and picked me up from school to take me to the hospital he took off his sweater and fashioned a sling. Then at the hospital in the ER where we waited forever, he created number tic-tac-toe to help the time go by quicker. Since I couldn’t write I would call out a number and he would fill it in for me. Still to this day he would do anything for me or my brothers to not only make us comfortable but happy.

The love he has for my brothers and I makes me excited to be a parent one day. He has taught me what unconditional love really means.

Katie October 9, 2010 at 12:02 pm

Dads are the best:) I have 2 brothers and my dad somehow managed to make it to every one of our sporting events and was always cheering the loudest for all of us. He always encouraged us to try anything that we were interested in

Michelle October 9, 2010 at 1:02 pm

When I was young a drunk driver hit my dad and broke his leg. My dad was the sole source of income for our family and he had his own business doing floors. Despite having his leg in a cast, he went to do these floors, even having to get down on the floor to wipe underneath counters to clean dirt out, despite the fact he had a cast on. To me he is a hero, and I will always remember the sacrifices he made to take care of our family.

grocery goddess jen October 9, 2010 at 1:17 pm

When I was a freshman in college my high school boyfriend of three years broke up with me. Over the phone. I was devastated. My dad sent me a care package of peanut M&Ms and a really sweet card with Snoopy on the front telling me he’d been there and it would be okay. He isn’t much one to do things like that, but it really made me feel better. And my ex boyfriend and I are still great friends, over 12 years later, so everything did turn out okay, just as my dad said.

app October 9, 2010 at 1:53 pm

My dad moved to the US over 45 years ago. He still is a traditional Indian guy at heart and doesn’t cook. In retirement, he has learned to make his own breakfast. His concoctions…not sure you can call them breakfast….bring a smile to my face every time I think about them. His typically breakfast consists of some type of Kashi cereal topped with blueberries, bananas, grapes, pomegranate seeds, flax seed powder, TUMERIC, and last but not least WARM chocolate soy milk. He says he is not going for taste, but trying to fit in all of his daily requirements into one meal. My children, husband and myself are in jaw dropping awe every time we see him make it and polish it off. He does it with gusto. :) Thanks Dad, for giving me a new found appreciation for Tumeric as a breakfast cereal topping.

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 4:55 pm

App,
Tumeric on cereal? Hmm, I’ll have to try that one. Thanks to your dad from me as well. :)

Tracy October 9, 2010 at 1:56 pm

ah memories! so many! my dad’s not a runner, but he’s the awesomest man i know (i measure all the guys i meet up to him, thank god j.c.’s his height =D)

most recently, i was in Arizona for a Physician’s Assistant Program interview at Midwestern University. The night before, we were sitting at a Chinese food buffet, and i was telling him how i was so nervous and what if they look at my stuff and they wonder about what i’ve been doing? i fretted all through the meal. my dad had just listened carefully and worked his way through plates of crawfish, crab legs, soup, orange chicken, sushi, and finally was on icecream and cake. He took one spoonful and when i paused to sip some water, he swallowed, and said, be yourself. they will like that. out of all your sisters, you have the broadest horizons. you work not for the money but for yourself and helping other people. don’t think you’re worse off than the others. your choices in life brought you here, and you will do just fine.

and with that, all my nerves went away, he cheered me up, and the next day, i felt ready for the interview, and wanted to make him proud.

:)

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 4:54 pm

Tracy,
That’s one wise papa you’ve got. Hope the PA program works out for you! :)

esther October 9, 2010 at 2:00 pm

In all honesty, growing up, I had a love hate relationship with my Dad. But I think we are at a good place right now where I’ve realized I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. So now it’s all gratitude and love and the hope that I can live up to the expectations and great dreams he has for me.

RedOne October 9, 2010 at 2:14 pm

I had a tough time emotionally during college and spent most of those 4 years in a Major Depressive state. I lived over 7 hours from my parents (who both work full time), yet my father would drop everything whenever I asked and either drive or fly down to see me. He’d take me wherever I wanted just to make sure that I was able to get away from the difficult living conditions I usually faced on a day to day basis. Despite the often distant relationship that we’ve had, my father has always been the first to ask me what I need…and whatever it is, he does his best to make it happen. He is one amazing father and I am very lucky to have him as mine.

LisaM October 9, 2010 at 2:50 pm

My dad has edited every paper that I have written for high school and college. He is so patient and has really taught me how to be a good writer. Thank you popsicle!

lauren October 9, 2010 at 3:55 pm

My dad is always our number one fan. He is supportive in every aspect of my & my sister’s lives. He cherishes everything we give him…and I mean everything :)

He still has a card on his desk from my sister. It was when he was working lots of long days/weekends and she was about 7 years old. It read:

“Dear Daddy. I miss you. Please call me sometime. Love, Caroline
P.S. our phone # is 000-000-0000 (obviously our real #)”

With that one card, he quit his job to spend more time with us and find a normal hours job!

HEAB October 9, 2010 at 4:15 pm

Lauren,
So sweet. :)

sarah October 9, 2010 at 6:01 pm

This is such a blessed, sweet giveaway!

Unfortunately I was not brought up by my father and rarely saw him. However , a pleasant memory I have is when he did visit he would come to my school right before the day began and hand me one of my favourite danish pastries through the school railings, to enjoy at snack time.

I REALLY enjoy reading your blog and wish you all the best with the HEABLET
Xxx

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:09 pm

Sarah,
Loved the danish story – so sweet and thanks for much for reading HEAB. :)

Rachael October 9, 2010 at 6:51 pm

Reading these comments is amazing – so many good, strong men out there!
My dad is severely bipolar, and has struggled most of my life with substance abuse, suicide attempts and mood issues. He’s also the most brilliant and creative man I’ve ever met. He never took his issues out on me, and would just isolate himself with his demons – not the healthiest approach, for sure, but I recognize now how much he was trying to spare me. He’s a Tolkien dork, and we’d read the Lord of the Rings books over and over again, and listen to Led Zeppelin lyrics to hear the Middle Earth references. We’d talk about ghosts and aliens and conspiracy theories until the break of dawn. I’d never change him for a “normal” dad!

Chandra October 9, 2010 at 7:40 pm

Wow, I am tearing up just reading through all of these wonderful stories.

One of my favorite memories is of being very young and when my dad made us pancakes, my sisters and I would sit on the counter and tell him what shape to make. He’s not an artist by any stretch of imagination, but he would carefully dribble the batter onto the griddle in the shape of a dinosaur, rabbit, horse, cat… his best was Mickey Mouse, though :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:10 pm

Chandra,
Yeah, I think out of all those, Mickey would be the easiest. Very sweet story. :)

Hannah October 9, 2010 at 8:09 pm

My Dad passed away when I was 13 but I will never forget how, when riding right behind him in the suburban, he would reach around and grab my ankle and give me a wink in the rear view mirror. Or when he would kneel beside my bed at night and talk to me about my day until I fell asleep. Or how he would buy me beanie babies in secret. Or share extra large bags of beef jerky. I love me Dad so much and I miss him more and more each day.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:11 pm

Hannah,
I’m so sorry for your loss at such a young age, but you have some great memories involving your father and for that, you must be grateful. Sounds like he was a very kind and loving man. :)

Chris October 9, 2010 at 8:21 pm

I am so sorry to hear of her loss, I can’t imagine losing my dad. One of my most cherished moments was a Christmas Eve a few years back. My boyfriend of 8 years had broken up with me in Nov, so this was the first xmas in a good long while without him and I was just a raw, sad mess. I came home to my parents for xmas eve and after everyone went to bed, my dad and I stayed up late in front of the twinkling tree having a really great heart to heart. He always knows what to say to make me feel better and although nothing could really take away my heartbreak, he made it as tolerable as it could be. We now like to call our hear tot hearts “girl talk” and have them as needed :)

alanna October 9, 2010 at 10:04 pm

I grew up poor…and I knew it. I learned very young to not ask for something unless I needed it. My father worked two full time jobs, plus a third part time job to try and make ends meet. He always found time to pick me up at friends houses and bought me everything I asked for (however rarely that was). I leaned to work and work hard. I got my first job at fourteen and saved every single penny for the first year by depositing every paycheck and withdrawing nothing. My father taught me to work hard and do my job with pride. It doesn’t matter if I am a janitor or a doctor, I take pride in my job and I do it to the best of my ability. At the age of 75, my father still works full time and I wish that I had the resourse to give him a bit more vacation time.

Michaela Doriss :) October 10, 2010 at 12:50 am

After reading so many of these wonderful comments, I knew I just had to leave my own story about my Dad. Like many other comments on here, my Dad is such an amazing inspiration to me. My parents divorced when I was 11 years old, and my sisters and I would alternate Mom’s house then Dad’s house every other week. On Dad’s weeks, he would designate one day a week as a (mandatory) family day.. (Let me tell you- when we were teenagers, this was agonizing to have to spend the entire day with the family.. but looking back, I couldn’t be more grateful). My dad would take away our pagers (ha! to the 90s!) and unplug the phone and we would have dinner around the table and just talk.. Or when it was warm out, we would walk into town and listen to music in the park, and sometimes get frozen yogurt.
One thing that I will always treasure about my Dad is the fact that he is a great person to talk to. Not only does he really listen to what is going on in my life, he gives me advice that comes straight from the heart. I can call him up crying regarding some issue within my life, and he will take a few minutes out to talk me through things. He will also call up a few days later to make sure everything is okay. He has been with my Stepmom for over 7 years, and continues to shower her with love and admiration as if they were still dating..
Lastly, a few years ago I started making my Dad mix-cd’s, because he once commented on some music that I was listening to in a positive way.. I love making “Dad CD’s” – I have made him a few CD’s a year for the past 3-4 years now.. I love compiling the songs, and thinking about just how he will respond to each song.. There are so many times that I have called his house to hear the CD’s I have made for him blaring in the background. He loves to play the CD’s while he is out working in his woodshop in his yard..
My Dad is my inspiration, he is my friend, he is a true kind and loving soul. I am thankful every day that I have the Dad I have- I am truly blessed.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Katie and her family, as I can only imagine the difficulty this time brings to her family.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:14 pm

Michaela,
Pagers – ha! Too funny. Anyway, I love that you can hear the CD’s playing in the background when you call the house. That’s got to bring a huge smile to your face. So sweet. :)

Robyn October 10, 2010 at 1:02 am

I am SUCH a daddy’s girl. We are extremely close and apparently are becoming more alike with each passing day! I have so many memories with him, but my favorites are when he would pick me up from University to take me home at Thanksgiving, Christmas and spring break. We would spend 7 hours in a vehicle catching each other up on our lives before we arrived home and I would become busy with other family and social engagements.

I am a new reader and just wanted to say I adore your blog :)

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:16 pm

Robyn,
Sounds like you and your dad have created many memories together. You must really miss those car rides.
Thanks for reading my blog. :)

amanda October 10, 2010 at 10:46 am

My memories with my dad are endless. We have bonded over many 5k and 10k races together and travel. One memorie I will always keep is the day when my dad told me he found a way that I could transfer home from a college I was at and miserable. He searched and negotiated a way for me to come home and end my misery at the school I was at.

My dad is and always will be amazing!

Abby October 10, 2010 at 11:02 am

I’m not a regular commenter, but all of these Dad stories inspired me to leave one of my own:

Every year my family takes a vacation together, but two years ago my sister and her husband decided not to go because she was expecting her third child too close to traveling time. My mother isn’t a huge fan of traveling so my dad called and asked if I’d like to go somewhere just the two of us. He suggested Prince Edward Island knowing my love of the Anne of Green Gables novels. He then gave me free reign to plan the whole trip. My saintly father sat through Anne of Green Gables the musical, toured the house, and visited every tourist spot connected with the novels. We also ate lobster, drank wine, sang at an Irish sing along and saw the Northern Lights. On this trip our relationship deepened from the father/daughter hero worship that a girl feels for her daddy, to the mutual repsect and confidence that a grown woman feels for the man that is her father. He has become one of my best friends and is still my favorite traveling partner.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:19 pm

Abby,
I loved your comment! I’ve always wanted to go to Prince Edward Island, and I loved that your dad took you there. Anne Shirley, “with an e”, was one of my heroes growing up…and Gilbert Blythe will always hold a special place in my heart. :)

Pure2raw twins October 10, 2010 at 11:59 am

I am so sorry to hear about Katie’s father in law. We just lost our grandpa last week..I will keep her family in my thoughts and prayers.

HEAB October 10, 2010 at 12:17 pm

Pure2Raw,
So sorry for you loss. Both of you are in my thoughts.

Natalia - a side of simple October 10, 2010 at 1:25 pm

I’m so happy to be able to say that this has been such a hard thing for me to do. I can’t seem to pick just one story about my dad because not even a hundred stories could do him justice. But one of my fondest memories of my dad revolves around the father-daughter girl scout dance. He’s a carpenter. You know, boots, hammers, and nail guns are his specialty. I didn’t expect him to go even though I really wanted to go. I went with a friend and her dad just for fun. I didn’t mind that my dad didn’t want to go. It came time for the official father-daughter dance, though, the last dance of the night, and I suddenly found myself in my dad’s arms as he lifted me up and danced with me. It was one of the best moments of my life.

MaryZ October 10, 2010 at 4:45 pm

My dad loved practical jokes and always found some way to make things fun. When I was 16, I was shaking Christmas presents and was dead sure the one gift from my dad was a ring (one that I had wanted when we had taken a trip to the Black Hills). He swore this little box was not a ring. We even bet $20 bucks on it. Sure enough, on Christmas morning when I opened the box, the ring had been replaced with a metal washer. I literally started crying…I was so disappointed. My dad pulled out from his pocket the ring. I love that ring to this day. My 16 year old daughter now wears it and thinks it so cool that her grand dad gave me the ring and she now wears it!

Jill October 10, 2010 at 7:36 pm

My dad would always always be at my meets, cheering me on, even when the sun was just coming up!

Robin October 10, 2010 at 7:52 pm

My dad was out of town one year on Valentine’s Day when I was 10 and at the time a serious piano player. Cats was at its height of popularity on Broadway, and my dad sent me the sheet music to “Memory” in the mail so that I would receive it on February 14th. My dad is wonderful in too many ways to count, but that particular memory is one of my favorites.

HEAB October 11, 2010 at 2:07 pm

Robin,
What a creative Valentine’s gift from your dad. That brought a smile to my face. :)

ezzie October 10, 2010 at 9:00 pm

I am so thankful to say that my dad has always been there for me and my brothers. I remember when we were younger, every Saturday him and my mom made us the best breakfast, and I loved sitting down as a family and enjoying our meal. Anything my dad cooks is bound to taste good. It’s awesome because my dad and I have the exact same taste, and whenever I crave something, he craves it too, so my taste buds are pretty happy :)

Amy October 11, 2010 at 12:32 am

I am not sure why, but the first story that comes to mind happened two years ago.

So, two summers ago, I was interning in the city and one day after an especially long day of work I was required to take a different train home since I worked so late that I missed my usual train. Taking a train at this later time required me to take a variety of public transportation in order to get to the different train station. Long story short – I was very confused and not familiar with the area I was in. Eventually got myself very lost in a somewhat dangerous neighborhood as it was getting dark outside.

I tried to be strong and figure out how to get myself out of this potentially dangerous situation, but I knew what I had to do. I had to call my dad, so I did. Within about 15 minutes of me calling my dad, he was already calling me to say he was just pulling up where I said I was.

I still have no idea how he got to me so fast… since normally it takes at least 40 minutes without traffic to get from my house into the city… but I was very very grateful and I love him. :)

Pat October 11, 2010 at 7:39 am

So sorry for Katie and her family on their loss. My Dad just died on 7/29 after an 8-year battle with various cancers. He was a NYC fireman and worked a second job to take care of the four of us and my Mom. He was the most honest man I have ever known. He spoiled his granddaughters the same way he spoiled us. My favorite memories are his dancing with my sisters and me on his feet to Gigi’s “Thank Heaven for Little Girls and when he took me out before dawn to go fishing with him on vacation. I was 10, and it was dark and he gave me my first cup of coffee to keep warm; there was a mist on the lake and then we watched the sun come up. I don’t remember if we caught any fish! He fought so hard to stay with us; we called him Iron Man, and he was buried with the Iron Man figurine we gave him a few Christmases ago. When I was 6, I had a stomach ache and was sitting at the top of the stairs. He called me down and let me lie on the couch with my head in his lap and watched “Love is a Many Slendored Thing” until I felt better. To this day the song always makes me think of him…shortly after he died we went to a favorite Irish restaurant in NYC while my brother was having surgery and within 10 minutes of us being there that song was played, I knew he was with us…miss him terribly!

HEAB October 11, 2010 at 2:05 pm

Pat,
I’m so sorry for your loss – your father sounded like such a wonderful person. Also sounds like you loved him very much. :)

cheryl October 11, 2010 at 10:54 am

My father died when I was the age of 13. He was such an amazing man! He was my best friend and taught me so many wonderful things. He always encoraged me to follow my dreams and find beauty in myself!

Rachel October 12, 2010 at 6:41 pm

I was (and still am) a Daddy’s girl – I always wanted to be like him and do everything with him. My fondest memories are of when I got to go to work with him for Take your daughter to work days. He worked for a government contractor, so it was VERY rare that family members were allowed to go on site and see the office environment. But when it happened, I was happy as a clam to sit and twirl around in his chair at his big desk, and draw sunshine and flowers all over his very-official-looking whiteboard!

EmilyK October 12, 2010 at 8:10 pm

I love my dad so much and he has done so much for me I don’t know where to start!! A specific memory of him is hard to pick. Okay I’ve got one. He worked a ton when I was little so my mom could be a stay at home mom. Well one summer he had 10 days where he didn’t have to work his night job so he decided we (my dad, my sis and me) were going to set the record for going to the beach every night. We went every night for 10 nights.

HEAB October 12, 2010 at 8:26 pm

Emily,
So sweet. Love that your dad wanted to spend all of his evenings off with his girls. :)

Katherine October 13, 2010 at 3:16 pm

My Dad has worked at the White House off and on for several years (since Clinton was in office), doing economic and security work (counter-terrorism finance is his forté). Anyway, he went to New Zealand with Prez Clinton and some of the other staff for a conference/meeting thing (can’t really remember what it was for…. so long ago) and during some of their “down time,” they decided to go bungee jumping. Clinton was not “allowed” to participate because of the death/danger possibility, but most others jumped, including my Dad. He didn’t call or tell my mom he was doing it, because he knew she would freak out (she indeed did respond with shock when he returned and told us all about it). At first, this little escapade seemed uncharacteristic for my father, who easily gets embarrassed and isn’t typically “macho” (doesn’t watch football, play golf, etc.) or especially open-minded/adventurous when it comes to new experiences (i.e. “no i will NOT try that mushy tofu stuff…. what’s IN it anyway?” etc.). Upon closer inspection, however, his decision to bungee jump represents his character, as he is incredibly loyal and ultimately fearless when faced with new challenges.

His father died when he was young, and as the only boy out of three sisters (with a working mother), he acted as a sort of father figure, having to grow up at a young age (to this day, his sisters rely on my dad for many things, especially since my grandma has Alzheimer’s and is no longer very lucid). Following in his father’s footsteps, he attended the Air Force Academy, originally planning to become a pilot. He ultimately left to attend law school instead, but his sustained devotion to his friends from the AFA and to the organization as a whole is remarkable (he is currently in Mississippi with the guys from his squadron for a funeral of a fellow friend). He has always devoted himself 150% to whatever he is doing, including raising my brother and I, despite his demanding job (both at the White House and State Department). He is probably the hardest-working person that I know, in all aspects of his life, and he has always supported me throughout everything, including difficult struggles and situations (i.e. addictions in high school and recent bouts with an ED, treatment, etc.).

Lastly, my dad surprised us once again with a recent trip he took with some of his AFA friends and my little brother…. hiking the Appalachian trail (part of it)! He is not outdoorsy whatsoever, but his fearlessness and loyalty again shine through here, especially because he wanted to do something memorable/meaningful with my brother. They returned with fun stories and memories despite it being “the most difficult thing” they had ever done–and this, essentially encapsulates my father: lighting up our lives and making the most/best out of any situation.
(sorry that was so long, didn’t mean to get so long-winded, but my dad apparently warrants this many words!)

HEAB October 13, 2010 at 4:22 pm

Katherine,
Yes, your dad definitely sounds worthy of a long comment. Thanks for sharing, and I couldn’t help but laugh out loud about the tofu comment. First time I made tofu was when I had my parents over for dinner. I made an Indian dish, and my dad asked me what the big white chunks of boogers were…even I will admit my first attempt at tofu was AWFUL! :)

Katherine October 14, 2010 at 7:14 pm

haha that is classic… boogers! one time my dad actually requested that i make a tofu chocolate mousse recipe that a woman from his work gave him, after he fell in love with it when she brought it to an office party. it’s really good… it has cayenne in it, which adds a nice kick (he puts pepper/spicy spices on EVERYthing).

HEAB October 14, 2010 at 9:50 pm

Katherine,
Mmm, like Mexican hot cocoa. So good! :)

Brandy October 13, 2010 at 4:45 pm

Once my parents announced that they were getting a divorce, my workaholic father decided that he needed to spend more time with us. He owned his own construction business, so we usually never saw him. He was gone when we woke up, home after bedtime, and worked at least every Saturday if not Sunday too. We would literally go to his job sites on the weekends to “spend time” with him. So, when he decided that every Saturday was my day and every Sunday was my brother’s, I was over the moon. I was only 9, but he tried to find things that would appeal to a 9 year-old-girl. It was completely out of his comfort zone, but it made me realize how much my dad loved me and why he worked so hard…..for us. Two years later he moved out of the state, and it seems that had been his plan all along so he was banking time with us to ensure that we knew how much he cared beforehand. I can say that we probably wouldn’t have any relationship today if he hadn’t taken advantage of those two years in my life.

HEAB October 13, 2010 at 4:54 pm

Brandy,
That must have been hard for your dad to go from working 24/7 to spending his entire weekend with you and your brother, and I’m happy to hear that those 2 years brought you guys a lot closer together. :)

Tamar October 13, 2010 at 6:20 pm

I studied abroad in Italy for half a year, and had such a great time, I didn’t realize how much I missed my home until towards the end. I wanted my dad to pick me up from the airport, and after many airport delays and dragging my 3 giant suitcases all over Europe, we found each other at Laguardia and I started sobbing, I missed him so much! He didn’t know what to do with me because I never cry, but he scooped up all my bags and had brought me all the things I missed from America (reese’s, trident, and my dog!) in the car.

HEAB October 13, 2010 at 9:34 pm

Tamar,
That’s such a sweet story. I spend my junior year abroad in London but flew home for Christmas, and I remember bawling in the airport when I finally saw my family. It was so good to see them again as I’d never been away from home for that long, and I love that your dad had all your favorite things waiting in the car for you…seriously, when will the Europeans catch onto the goodness of Reese’s?!? They can’t seem to get past Nutella. ;)

Gina October 13, 2010 at 6:46 pm

My dad had the worst childhood growing up. He was kicked out of his home at 16 by parents who claimed they never loved him and brothers who stole from him. He worked 3 jobs to make a life for himself and eventually met my mother and had me. My father is one of the most loving, hardworking people I know. I admire him so much. Without him, my life would never be the same.

Jean October 14, 2010 at 3:24 pm

I don’t know that I can come up with just one story, either. Two things come to my mind: my dad was there for EVERYTHING – every school band concert, every school play, every football game when I was in the Marching Band – even the away games. it shocked me when I discovered that not all parents were that way. And when I got to high school, he put my name on his checking account, and I was responsible for paying for my lunches, yearbook, etc – and THEN balancing the checkbook! I also had to fill out my own insurance forms, and financial aid forms when I went to college. I am grateful that he gave me those learning opportunities before I went out on my own. And he never missed work – worked at the same company for 46 years from the time he graduated high school until they closed the doors. We’re going to Charlotte, NC in a few weeks – going to the NASCAR Hall of Fame for the day (delayed birthday/Father’s Day present); I’m looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with my dad.

HEAB October 14, 2010 at 4:23 pm

Jean,
I love your dad taught you how to be so independent. I had a roommate in college whose parents did everything for her…she didn’t even know how to send a package or do her laundry when she got to college. I hope to let my kids learn to do things on their own – your dad sounds like a wise soul. :)

kyla October 15, 2010 at 8:24 am

When I was 8 years old, I watched Nickeloden every day. They had the best shows! But my favorite was “The Secret World of Alex Mack” I would watch it twice a week when there was a new episode, I read all of the books that came out with the show, I even had my mom buy me a hat that was similar to the ones that Alex wore on the show. So you can imagine my devastation when I heard that the show was ending. My heart was shattered and I felt like I was loosing a piece of me. My father, God bless him, felt horrible for his baby girl so he did something I will never forget. He made some calls to corporate Nickeloden and was able to talk to someone who could give some reasoning why the show was ending. My wonderful father was able to explain this to me and to this day I will never forget that.

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 8:28 am

Kyla,
What a thoughtful thing for your dad to do! So sweet. :)

Holly October 15, 2010 at 8:36 am

i’ll never forget the time my parents were driving me to madison. it was different this time, because normally my dad drives; instead, my mom was driving and i was in the passenger’s seat while daddio got to sleep in the back seat. well, me and mama e are chatting, talking and singing. my dad fell asleep with one rule: do NOT miss the exit for madison.

lo and behold, what happened? 45 minutes later, my mom and i pulled into wisconsin dells. we realized we missed the exit about 30 minutes ago, so we start laughing so hard we are crying. my dad wakes up, takes one look at the plethora of waterslides and hotels (wisco dells is known for these), and is so furious at us, he can barely speak.

we keep laughing.

he gets gruff.

we pull over.

he drives.

we keep laughing.

and that story STILL makes me pee my pants to this day.

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 8:41 am

Hilarious Holly…but it doesn’t sound like your dad pees his pants when he thinks about that day. ;)

Samantha October 15, 2010 at 8:50 am

My Dad has always been the backbone to my determination. We are almost identical in terms of personality so he knows what to say and when to say it to me. He was the one that sat down and talked to me about my bad exercise habits (I was exercise addicted) and he was the one who really pushed me to become healthy again, and still pushes me everyday. And I am happy to say it’s been 2 years from yesterday Oct 14th that he confronted me and I have been in recovery : )
Without my Dad, and best friend, I would not have nearly the same support and I thank him everyday for that!

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:12 pm

Samantha,
I’m glad your dad is in your life. :)

LG October 15, 2010 at 9:08 am

My dad would help my sister and I build a REAL IGLOO every year in the winter when we were younger. Love those memories.

Gloria October 15, 2010 at 9:54 am

My dad is simple but the kindest man I know. I don’t have a signature story, but it’s the little things like his weekly visits to change my lightbulbs, check the oil in my car, or fix my computer that will always stand out in my mind. And that no matter how much he could’ve been craving steak, when I put that vegan meal on the table, he eats every last bite with a smile, goes back for seconds, and then asks for the recipe because he knows how much it means to me… and hopefully because it tastes good ;)

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:12 pm

Gloria,
Those little things can really add up. :)

Michelle October 15, 2010 at 10:02 am

Dear Katie, condolences to you and your family for your loss. Thank you for sharing your wonderful memory about your father-in-law.

My dad gave me the love of reading, for which I will always be grateful.

Nicole W. October 15, 2010 at 10:08 am

Back in the 90s, there was a hip-hop music group that we liked when we were kids called CrissCross (the 2 kids who wore their clothes backwards…). One day, in 5th grade, I went to school with MY clothes backwards too and the kids all had a good laugh. I guess my dad got a call from the school counsilor and he thought it would be a good idea to pick me up after school and HE had his clothes on backward too. The other kids made fun of both of us for weeks, but it was still sweet.

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:14 pm

Nicole,
That is so sweet – I love that your dad put his clothes on backwards for you. AND, I totally remember CrissCross. :)

Jenna October 15, 2010 at 10:15 am

My dad was the man among women in our house of 3 girls plus our mom. While some men might loath that dynamic he loved it and was just as involved with us as our mom. I know many girls who grew away from their fathers once puberty hit, but my dad was my biggest source of confidence in those awkward years.

Case and point… when I started having to wear a bra I was not a fan. My mom made me go shopping to get several, one of which was purple. I was crying in the bathroom once home about having to wear bras “for the rest of my life” (very dramatic) and I hear a knock on the door. I open it to see my dad doing The Running Man with the purple bra over his sweater! Now my dad is 6″4 and barrel chested so this was especially hilarious. I was half mortified, but him making this new thing not a big deal, helped me get over myself pretty quickly. He is a fabulous dad, friend, and dancer :)

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:15 pm

Jenna,
Haha – your story had me laughing out loud…and I’m so impressed your dad can do The Running Man! :)

Emily October 15, 2010 at 10:38 am

I have been enormously blessed to have a great dad in my life. He has done so much to ensure my happiness. And even though those teenage years were a little rough, I know that he loved me some much then and still does now. Thanks, Heather!!

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:15 pm

Emily,
You’re welcome. :)

Lindsey October 15, 2010 at 10:39 am

My relationship with my dad has never been stellar, and deteriorated so much when I was a teenager that I moved in with my brother, who sort of stepped in. For awhile, I felt like I had no dad, which is kind of difficult for teenager, and so I’ll never forget the night of my first “real” date when I was 16: I was already nervous, of course, and I was pacing the living room, waiting for my date. When he got there, my normally laid-back brother totally jumped into “dad” mode, questioning my date and fretting over us. That date was fun, but all I remember about the night is feeling like I really did have a father- a feeling my brother has given me time and time again since then.

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:19 pm

Lindsey,
That’s so sweet. I grew up with 2 brothers (no sisters), and they are 2 of my best friends. :)

Katie October 15, 2010 at 11:16 am

I am so sad for Katie’s loss…my thoughts are with her…

My dad traveled a lot when I was little, resulting in my brother and I becoming much closer with my mom. However, my dad was always so supportive and there to see me shine at performances, carve pumpkins with me (and roast the seeds), and teach me how to properly make a bed (“hospital corners!”). He drove me to hebrew school every Sunday, and we’d listen to a local show called Breakfast With The Beatles together….actually, I vividly remember him popping the Sgt Pepper CD (which was the newest thing! CDs! Wow!) into the car when I was about 8 and saying, “you’re gonna love this”….hence my OFFICIAL introduction to the Beatles. In 2009 (i think?) I introduced him to my newfound love, hiking, and even though he travels a LOT again (think the movie Up In The Air), we always have our Katie-Daddy Dates when he’s home. I’ve grown more comfortable opening up to him and talking to him as a result….I feel like he gets me now, whereas he might not have known me as well in years past past a surface level. Love him and love all he does for me and my fam!!!!

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:20 pm

Katie,
Great story – sounds like you and your dad have a great relationship…and I must add that I never learned how to make a bed with hospital corners. Going to have to ask my mom about that one day as I know my dad has no idea! ;)

Raine October 15, 2010 at 11:26 am

My last weekend in my hometown and state was spent at my father’s house. I eat no meat, dairy, or eggs and they eat all of that. But, him and his wife never made me feel bad about it. They would try to get whatever food I was craving, even if they had to go buy it if it wasn’t in their house, and prepared it all vegan just for me. It was cute when my father even tried to eat more vegetables with his food so I wouldn’t feel left out. That weekend will always be cherished.

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:23 pm

Raine,
That’s so thoughtful. I remember making tofu once for my dad – my first attempt. He did try it, but then after we were done eating asked me what the big white booger-like chunks were. ;)

Sami October 15, 2010 at 11:39 am

I’m so sorry for your loss, Katie…I can’t imagine losing my Dad. We don’t always see eye to eye, but deep down we would do absolutely anything for each other. He used to drive me all up and down the east coast for my traveling team for basketball and I’ll never forget it. Although he had TONS of work he could be doing at home (he’s self employed as an engineer), but instead he was with me, taking road trips together, making memories, and coaching me my way to a basketball scholarship (my dream!). I remember watching him work all through the night (literally going days without sleep) so that he could take me on these trips to fulfill my dreams…I love him so much and more important than the money awarded to me for my athletic abilities, thanks to him, I treasure each and every trip we got to take together. <3

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:28 pm

Sami,
Sounds like you totally lucked out in the dad department. :)

Jessica F October 15, 2010 at 11:41 am

My dad is a quiet, reserved man. For those not around him a lot of the time, they would likely put him in the shy and more distant category. The funny thing is, he can be a bit of a joker now and then.

When New Years Eve for the new millennium rolled around, all anyone could talk about was Y2K. What was going to happen?! (Nothing…) We happened to have a bunch of neighbors over for a get together at my house. My father, the quiet man he is, sneaked off and at exactly midnight cut the electricity in the house. Everyone freaked out for a brief moment before he switched it back on and came upstairs laughing. The best part was that everyone was shocked that he would pull a prank on them. Their surprise made it all the funnier!

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:27 pm

Jessica,
That’s a great story. :)

Lisa October 15, 2010 at 11:44 am

My dad and I had a great relationship though he passed away when I was very young from Cancer. I remember when he would always get me to try to eat oatmeal for breakfast instead of sugary cereal, and I would never want to. However, now that I’m older I eat oatmeal for breakfast everyday and think how right my dad was . Thanks dad

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 4:26 pm

Lisa,
Your dad had good taste in breakfast foods. So sorry for your loss. :(

Ryane October 15, 2010 at 12:18 pm

I thank my Dad for my quirky and silly sense of humor, my cheapskate ways (err thriftiness) and my desire and ability to keep in touch with people! It’s been fun adjusting to our father/daughter roles as I get older and “can hang” more and more, we played on the same softball league last fall and it was such a blast (and he could play “coach” to me once again) !

Tulika October 15, 2010 at 12:34 pm

My dad is hilarious, even though he tries not to be. (I must say, I got those genes from him!) He’s taught me all kinds of valuable and practical life lessons, such as driving a stick shift! There is one thing he’ll never let me forget, though. When I was 1 or 2 years old, and my parents went to parties, I decided I was afraid of men with beards (ironically, my dad also had a beard). So I’d lock myself onto my dad’s leg for the entirety of the party and would not let go. He’d have to walk around at these parties with a toddler on his leg! Even though I wouldn’t say I’m still THAT close to my dad, he is always there for me and I would not have it any other way.

Lisa October 15, 2010 at 12:40 pm

I love my dad for supporting our family through the years and helping raise my brother and me. I’m don’t visit my parents a lot, but I talk with them on the phone and I can tell my dad really wants to see me more. The best part is that he is also understanding, and I’ll never forget the winter break one year that he let me stay in school to do research rather than come home.

Paula October 15, 2010 at 12:44 pm

I think I cherish my friendship more now than when I was growing up. I remember going camping with my dad and he and I going fishing one afternoon. We were driving the truck and camper to the fishing spot and the dirt road was extremely bumpy. When we arrived and opened the camper to get our fishing stuff we noticed that the refrigerator was NOT latched and all the stuff had spilled all over the floor. It was a mess! Dad did not let that spoil my fun. He would bait my pole and send me to the shore to cast my line, while he stayed back and cleaned the royal mess. I ended up catching 2 or 3 fish in a very short amount of time. I would have to drag the fish up the shore and have him still do the rest. He never complained with all the multi tasking he was doing. Still a favorite memory for me to this day. :)

Kat October 15, 2010 at 1:19 pm

When I was in college, I had surgery on my collarbone, and my dad came (2 hours away) to take me to surgery and then stay with me for the night… in my tiny 400-sq ft studio apartment. i’m sure he was bored as hell as I mostly slept, but when i was awake we had awesome conversations, just spending time together – me and him – and I think he finally got an appreciation for just how uncomfortable my “couch” (futon!) was when he tried to sleep on it! I feel so blessed that, as I’ve gotten older, my dad has become one of my favorite people and best friends :)

Erica October 15, 2010 at 3:34 pm

I am so sorry for Katie’s loss! I cannot imagine what she is going through.

I am so grateful for the unconditional love and support my father has given me over the years. I think there is very little that can surpass what a wonderful gift that is to give a daughter. It is hard to pick a single memory from the thousands I have collected over the years spent with him but I’d have to say some of the best times with him are when we don’t have any agenda or plan but just find time to be together.

Coco October 15, 2010 at 4:46 pm

While I have never been fortunate enough to have a great relationship with my real father, I have been truly blessed with an amazing step father. He has been there for everything…first dates…prom…graduation…first day at college…you name it! When I had to leave college to get treatment for an eating disorder Craig was there too…He helped moved me in and came to visit with my Mom whenever he could. I cannot even begin to thank him for all the love and support that he has given me over the years!

Michelle C October 15, 2010 at 5:33 pm

My dad is just the most supportive ever. When I was choosing colleges he never said where he wanted me to go. He said “Be a potato farmer in Guam or go study Journalism in Boston. Just be happy.”

HEAB October 15, 2010 at 5:54 pm

Michelle C,
Good dad you got there. :)

Michelle C October 15, 2010 at 8:30 pm

Yea.. I am pretty darn lucky! :)

Katrina@Katrina Runs October 15, 2010 at 6:38 pm

We almost lost my father last year on November 5th. He had developed H1N1 and was about to go to his doctor’s appointment when he passed out on the floor. Mom found him a few hours later and got him to the hospital. The doctor told her to call her family in because he wouldn’t survive the night. My sister and I live in different states and never thought we would get the phone call that our 51 year old father was dying.
He walked out of the hospital 21 days later. He’s alive and well today and has made AMAZING changes in his life, such as getting involved in his daughters’ lives. He got a second chance at life and we got a second chance at a real relationship. I detailed his days in ICU on my blog under the tag “Hospital” because I had to do something while living in the ICU waiting room to keep from going insane waiting on the next visiting hours. But, I wouldn’t trade a thing. Sometimes life throws us curves to make us wake up and notice what’s really important. :-)

Melanie@idreamoftahini October 15, 2010 at 7:14 pm

I’m lucky that I’ve had 3 fathers. Yep – most people only have one but I have 3. The father i was raised thinking was my father, actually adopted me when I was 3. I got to meet my real father when my daughter was born. He got to meet both his daughter and his granddaughter on the same day. I also have my step dad who is such a wonderful man to my mom. I’m so glad I got to meet my real father,as he passed away a few years ago.

Michelle October 15, 2010 at 7:53 pm

Sorry for your loss Katie. My dad is a wonderful man who just turned 82 this year! I am soo grateful to still have him and despite his age he is such an active man! Everyone knows him for his willingness to help others and his kindness. I am blessed to still have him! Love you dad! :)

Howard October 15, 2010 at 8:07 pm

My Dad didn’t go to college but worked so hard to ensure that his son’s had the oppty to go. He clearly new the value of something he didn’t have and instilled in his two sons the importance of getting a college education. I lost my Dad 4 years ago, and my regret is that I didn’t thank him more for all the things he did for his family.

You know, I kind of feel like I won this contest because just writing about my Dad made me feel very good inside. Thanks!

Mandiee October 15, 2010 at 10:38 pm

Dear Katie, I am so sorry for your loss. Your father will always be with you in your heart and in everything you do. My prayers are with you and your family.

When I was only a few years old, I lived across the street from a golf corse with a large pond. One day, I was absolutely convinced that my imaginary pet bunny named Hippitty-Hop had jumped the golf corse fence. I became so distraught that my dad actually went over to the gold corse just to make sure that Hippitty-Hop was alright. He “rescued” Hippitty-Hop from the pond when I started to cry, getting all wet because of it. Thanks to my dad, the smile appeared since my imaginary pet rabbit was safe. I don’t know what Hippitty-Hop would have done without him ;) .

Have a lovely day!
xox

Ellen October 16, 2010 at 8:58 am

Hopefully this isn’t coming in too late.

When I was in the first grade, I went to a birthday party at the house of a friend whose dog had just given birth to puppies. When my dad picked me up, I dragged him in to see the pups and we were both instantly smitten. We spent the whole ride home scheming on how to convince my mom (not a dog person) to let us adopt one of the golden retriever- boarder collie mutts. Luckily, we were successful and I have many happy memories of walking, bathing and training my dog with my dad.

Lindsay October 16, 2010 at 10:29 am

When it comes to the personality traits you don’t necessarily want, my dad and I are way too similar — stubborn, impatient, proud (I know, I make us sound like fantastic people). There’s good stuff in us too, but the bad stuff made it way too easy to argue. So that’s mostly what we did. But starting when I was twelve, every summer my dad and I would go to baseball games (go SF Giants!), just the two of us. We never argued at those games. Instead, he bought me peanuts and ice cream sundaes, and we actually talked. It was at those games that he taught me all the lessons a father needs to teach his daughter — to be empathetic, to avoid prejudice, to understand what is really important in life. It was at those games that my dad tried to understand me. And for a long time I let him listen.
One day, when I was fifteen, we were just getting back from a game. We always took the ferry, so we had just walked off the boat when a man came toward us. The ferry station is in a rough town, and this was a solid-looking man. He had a buzzed head, and I could see tattoos. He came up to my dad, and said, “Excuse me, are you a judge?” That’s when I got nervous. You see, my dad is a judge, and so he makes a lot of enemies in court. My dad said he was. Then the man grabbed my dad’s hand. “I just wanted to thank you,” he said, and his eyes got wet. “I saw you in court a while back and you gave me a break instead of sending me to prison. I have been clean now for two years, and my kids are so proud of me. So thank you. I just wanted to let you know that sometimes second chances work out. One strike was enough for me.” Then he walked away.
That day changed the way I look at my dad. Now when we go to baseball games, I am the one who listens. I want to hear about his childhood, the goals he still has — the things that make him my dad. Now I’m the one who wants to understand him. And I’m so grateful I still have the chance.

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