Today, I’m remembering my dad. I hope that’s alright with you.
It’s been 2 years, probably about this time exactly, that he died.
I miss him. A lot. Some days it hurts, and other days are just days like every other one that has come before.
There’s a lot of good in this world, we shouldn’t dwell in sadness, so on a sad day, I’m reposting this blog from a couple of years ago. It makes me smile. Hope you do too.
This is a repost. It’s about my dad. It’s bits and pieces from his emails, all compiled into one.
Ignore the punctuation and spelling, because he does too.
Even though you may not have known him, he was good at his job, so listen to him.
About Exercise:
“i’m really enjoying it, although i’m sooo tired by the end of the week. hope i can stay focused and motivated. i kno i’m never going to be small again, but, who wants to be a little old man, then everyone in town would be beating me up.”
On Learning How to Use Email/computer
“hey ang, got your email earlier and just found out how to get back to you. how ya’all doin’. can’t find the question mark.”
On grandchildren:
“i’m getting awful anxious for little hannah to make her appearance soon, aren’t you? That little ashlynn is such a little apple dumplin’ aint she? this grandpaing is getting to be quite a kick. think i’ll just live forever.”
On pictures he doesn’t want posted on facebook:
“my gosh, angel, lets get rid of that pic of me and you sitting outside your house. it looks like i forgot to p-ut my teeth in or sompin.”
When my brother lost his artificial leg floating on a raft in the Illinois river:
“i’m so sorry that stan lost his leg. at least he has another one
at home,”
On gangsta talk:
“hey ang, what up, homes?”
On poker
“hey girls, i played in a million dollar freeroll tournament yesterday, and
only made one bad play, and it cost me. i was about 2, 800 in chips and we
were down to about 1100 players. i was dealt pocket nines, and bet out for
about 800 bucks. the guy smooth called, and i put him on A-big, or a pretty
good hand like that. over the next two cards we got all our money in the
middle, i turned over the nines and he had aces in the hole. i say i made a
bad play because i led out bettin on the turn and river. i let him trap me,
i should have been checkin on the 4th card, and if he bet big, i could lay
the nines down. but, i wassn’t thinkin. i find a lot of people doin this in
a game with over 5,000 people in it. also people playin, 9-2 off suit, or
5-3 suited and suckin outon people. people that really have no idea what
they’re doin.”I actually have no idea what you’re talking about, dad. I take it you didn’t win me an inheritance?
On pets:
“so, you have a new dog…well, y’all be good to him and make sure he earns his keep. it sounds like he has more training then i could ever give him if he knows what “whoa” means. our stupid dog thought it meant “go at a high speed away from here” because that’s what he did when the gate was opened. i still miss him tho.”
On coming for a visit:
“I’m just going to drive all the way out to gray county, then i may get a room if i am
so tired i can’t continue. Once my truck gets a whiff of Pampa, it’s awful
hard to shut down, so i’ll be coming in at a high lope. Hope that your old
General Moters product don’t shake its self to death on that one stretch of
hi-way. Angel if you can put me up (with out me having to do anything)(and
for free) lemmee know, ok?…………………..love you’ns, ”
On Whining:
“i’m so lonely. noone ever emails me. i wonder what my kids are doing. probably eating icecream.no body ever comes to see me. the neighbors won’t speak to me. my dog ran away. woe is me.”
“my best advice i can give is this: DON’T GET FAT.PERIOD.”
“remember i love you both. so love me back…..dad”
Angel Wheeler 
