One day I walked into our house in Laie, only to here this punk/ska music blasting out loud. I thought I’d see my little brother Josh or maybe my sister Kat listening to it, but instead, to my dismay I walked in and saw my dad sitting in the dining room, sitting at the computer, listening to this song:
“Life of a Salesman”
by: Yellowcard
by: Yellowcard
What’s a dad for dad?
Tell me why I’m here dad
Whisper in my ear that I’m growing up to be a better man, dad
Everything is fine dad
Proud that you are mine dad
Cause I know I’m growing up to be a better man
Tell me why I’m here dad
Whisper in my ear that I’m growing up to be a better man, dad
Everything is fine dad
Proud that you are mine dad
Cause I know I’m growing up to be a better man
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
What’s a dad for dad?
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
What’s a dad for dad?
Taught me how to stand, dad
Took me by the hand and you showed me how to be a bigger man, dad
Listen when you talk, dad
Follow where you walk, dad
And you know that I will always do the best I can
I can
Took me by the hand and you showed me how to be a bigger man, dad
Listen when you talk, dad
Follow where you walk, dad
And you know that I will always do the best I can
I can
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
The same as you
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me
Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
The same as you
Father I will always be
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
When I am a dad, dad
I’m gonna be a good dad
Did the best you could, dad
Always understood, dad
Tell me I was right, dad
Opened up my eyes, dad
Proud to call you my, dad
Thank you for my life dad
That same boy that stood by the sea
And watched you tower over me Now I’m older I wanna be the same as you
When I am a dad, dad
I’m gonna be a good dad
Did the best you could, dad
Always understood, dad
Tell me I was right, dad
Opened up my eyes, dad
Proud to call you my, dad
Thank you for my life dad
I had to sit back and crack up cause if anyone knows the tall gentle giant… aka my dad, then you know this is TOTALLY not his genre of musical appreciation. But as I listened to the lyrics over and over again (Sarah ALWAYS makes fun of me cause I listen to lyrics more than the beat where-as she listens to the beat rather than the lyrics. Don’t get me wrong, I need a beat to drop it like its hot, but I’m all about good lyrics accompanying a good beat, and not the other way around!) Anyways- as I was saying, as I listened to the lyrics over and over again I fell in love with this song, word for word, line by line, verse after verse-it was everything I felt about my dad!
We’ve been in the process of buying a house and whomever has already gone through this process and signed their life away-I envy you. It’s funny how I consult about everything with my dad, it’s almost like before I do something, I like to get his final stamp of approval. I’ve been calling him non-stop to ask about this and that with the house and it’s such a comfort to know that I got him to help me make a lot of these difficult choices. How much should I offer? How do I do a home inspection? Do you think this will be a problem? Can I renovate this? Should I replace the carpet myself? How much will renovations cost? But I guess what’s a dad for dad eh?
I don’t know any guy that I can call up if my garbage disposal is broken and he can tell me to use an allen wrench, turn it 90 degrees clockwise, underneath the disposal unit and I should hear a click. I do exactly as he says and the disposal suddenly works… You name it, he can fix it! I call him to ask him about cars, taxes, work, church, etc… I’m so glad that I can talk to my dad and ask him anything and he ALWAYS has an answer.
I hope that as Adi grows up, she’ll put me in as high regards as I put my father. I hope that she’ll be able to call me up and I’ll be able to help her as much as my dad’s helped me. I love waking up in the morning and walking into Adi’s room as she lays there with her blankets kicked off, feet stretched high in the air, fist in mouth, and she takes her fist out when she sees me and just SMILES the biggest smile ever! I hope that she’ll always come to me like I go to my dad.
I think the only thing I don’t ask my dad’s advice about is arm wrestling and wrestling tips cause well…isn’t it obvious? (If you don’t know, my dad, brothers, and I are very very competitive!)
The Kikuchi's says
Wow Jay I love this post! I had this kind of dad too and even though we lost him to cancer last August I still think about what he would tell me when I asked him about something! It’s obvious that you are that kind of dad too!
Big Dad says
I wasn’t even trying…I didn’t see much about when we wrestled last…who was the champ??? You know it…big Dad!! So don’t forget it….call me anytime…
SC
Nicole says
wow, I loved the post! I read it to Ket and I was almost in tears by the time I was done…(it might me because I am prego) But I loved it thanks!