My Dad

My dad, John Joseph McGivern was born on February 22nd, his birthday is right around the corner and he's on my mind.  We lost my dad when he was in his early 50's to dementia, we then lost him again on May 29th 2012 at age 81.  There were many years to mourn our loss; however he was physically with us, I didn't realize the significance of the physical being at that time.  There is a certain reassurance in seeing the physical.  I didn't expect that to be so since I'd mourned for 30 years.  He was a resident in the nursing home I work in, I could see him anytime I wanted to.  I remember walking into work after he was gone.....I did not expect the feelings I had.  The feeling of loss was profound, so much more than I expected.

My dad was a good guy, an only child, his own worst enemy.  He kept my 3 brothers and I together when our mom left and some thought foster care was an answer.  My dad and my Gram McGivern did not want that and we were kept together.  I will always be thankful for that.

 My dad had a sense of humor and loved shenanigans.  My oldest son Jason, told me stories of his 'papa' making footprints outside around the swingset and then telling Jason and my nephew Jeff that leprechauns were around.  Jason & Jeff searched and searched but only papa saw them.  Jason and Jeff are the only 2 of the grandchildren who remember my dad.  I am so glad they have memories of him to pass on.  My dad used to cook once in a while, he'd make a concoction of leftover ham or corned beef with cabbage, potatoes and carrots in a fry pan....he called it "yabadabadoo".  My dad was strict but we knew he loved us.  When he made me mad I'd "run away" and hide, listening as he'd frantically call me.  I regret that, now knowing how awful that was.  Dad had names for everyone.....I was Captain Kangaroo Katy, Dave was Davy Crockett, Mike was Mickey Mouse and Frank was Frankie Jimbo.  He had nicknames for everyone, I don't remember all of them though.

My love of the NY Giants came from my dad.  Every Sunday the kids sat with dad, the boys in there Giants jerseys and helmets......

The last family event my dad attended was my wedding to Steve in September 1989, he was showing signs of problems, acting very strangely.  We had an inkling of worse things to come and they did.

My dad was handsome, he was funny, he loved his kids, he worked hard his whole life....he made mistakes, he was not perfect but he was our dad and we loved him.

RIP peace dad, soar now that you are unencumbered of your earthly chains.  Your kiddos, Kathi Mary, John David, Michael Edward and Francis James love you, always have, always will.

Day 49 of 365.
Enjoy this day.....K