Thursday, May 28, 2009

His name is Grady.

Last night I laid awake for a really long time thinking about friends and family. I kept having flashbacks of the goofy times and the fun times. I came to the conclusion that I have forgotten so many different things that has happened in my life, so it would be in my best interests to jot these thoughts down. So I'm starting a series of blogs that will detail some important people in my life.

His name is Grady.

I don't even know where to begin with Grady. So I'll start with some things that I think of when I hear his name: 

my dad. corrects your grammar. asks questions at the dinner table that nobody knows the answer to. a God fearing Christian. avid golfer. goofy. a wise man. my life line on who wants to be a millionaire. insightful. ordained. throws the football with you. plays basketball with you after work. went swimming with you and your siblings after work. went to your soccer games. went to your football games. went to your lacrosse games. took you to play golf with his friends when you were little. taught you the bible. not the greatest math teacher in the world. makes fancy food. taught you life lessons. generous with his time. travels a lot. Loves the Lord with all His heart, mind and soul. Uses his job as a ministry.

Here are some life events that I don't want to forget:
-The times when I use to ask him to play chess with me (he won just about every time but once!)
-The times when we played pass (football) in the backyard on Sunday afternoons after church
-The times when he took me to play golf with his friends at Lakewood
-The times when we took the motorcycle to church so we could get a better parking spot
-The times we went and got frozen custard
-The times when I went to get donuts for the family on Sunday morning, instead of giving me cash, he gave me a big bag of change
-The times we played hide and seek in the pool (i've forgotten what we called it) at night
-The times we played bocce ball at the beach house
-The times we draw a huge rectangle in the sand at the beach, and we played a version of hide and seek
-The time we went and played golf in South Carolina and we saw a tornado, and instead of wanting to go immediately inside, Grady wanted to stay on the golf course and watch it
-The times we use to scare the trick or treaters at our house
-The time when he organized a huge capture the flag game for my birthday
-The time he told me that "the truth shall set you free"
-The times he use to grill food in Dallas by the poolside (the smell in particular)
-The times when I was/am in college when I go home and we as a family prepare a huge meal together
-The taste of the bruschetta that he makes
-The first time he made me a Jalapeno burger
-That one time after church we parked on the side of some random road and ate our taco bell lunch, and one of our friends drove by and asked if we were okay and Grady responded, "ya just eating lunch"
-Him waking me up late one night when I was younger, to come in and watch the 9th inning of some Texas Rangers game
-The many times he told me to take more than one club to hit a ball
-The time I watched him sing at church and tears of joy ran down his cheek

His name is Grady. He's my dad. He's one of the most interesting people you'll ever meet. He's awesome. He's a father filled with compassion. He said yes to adopting me. He said yes to Jesus. He said that he loves you. He said that he's not a perfect father. His name is Grady. Don't forget about him. 

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