It's just like me to forget birthdays. I have to constantly remind myself, write them down, put them on the calender, and then hope that someone else reminds me too. Well, I just looked at my calendar today and realized that I forgot yours, again! I'm pretty sure I totally forgot one year and you didn't ever get a phone call. I know you were very disappointed and knew I didn't want that to happen again. I'm sorry Dad for forgetting again. I hope you can forgive me for being a little lazy and selfish at times.
So as soon as I realized I forgot your birthday, I went to check my sister Kellie's blog to see if she had wrote anything for you. Of course she did. She had a really nice tribute to you and of course I cried all the way through. It made me think of all of the times we had together, many of the memories are the same as Kellie's. There is not a day that goes by that I don't think of you. I'm sad to not have you around and it is hard for me to believe that you aren't still here. I remember the day Brent had to tell me that you were gone and how shocked and in disbelief I was. It just felt like a nightmare and I was hoping I would wake up and realize it wasn't true. I think it's going to take us all a long time to adjust, but we'll always be missing you.
Dad, I am constantly reminded of you.
Us Williams girls were all blessed with the signature "Norm Forehead". Brent affectionately calls it the "Movie screen Forehead". Let's just way I'll always have bangs.
There is a certain look that I always give Brent that apparently you often gave him too. I always get a "thanks Norm" every time I give it to him.
I still get ripped on for my "making change" class in high school. Just to remind you it was called Quantitative Literacy. Apparently I learned something. I manage the money in our house.
Dad I do know what "Extra Care Bucks" are.....but NO there is no such thing as "Regular Care Bucks".
One of my favorite phrases I get from you. I've told Brent the story a million times of how I got it. I know he doesn't want to hear it again, so I'll tell you. It all came from the famous motor home trip where you tried to rent us an old, smelly beater of an RV. We made it about 10 minutes down the street before my mom made you turn back home to return it. The next morning we woke up to my mom pulling down the street in the most pimp-daddy motor home they had on the lot. We were all so excited and finally made it on the trip our second try. As we were pulling out of the driveway you said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand". I make sure to use this phrase whenever I get the chance.
These are just a few of the thoughts and memories of you. I wish you were around to make more, but it makes me happy to remember those times.
Happy Birthday Dad! I didn't forget, I just remembered a day late.
This was Clemie attempting a nap at Grandmas house. She has to have her iTouch when she goes to sleep now. She loves to watch YoGabbaGabba, Jacks Big Music Show, surfs the web, plays games, etc. I think it's actually a little out of control. I hope we're not causing some permanent damage by allowing her to do this.
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