I Skied One For You, Dad.

Okay, maybe more than one.

As I sat on the chair lift yesterday all by myself it made me think of the times growing up on the hill with you. The countless hours of driving to and from the ski hills, lugging our gear from the car to the lodge, helping us with our boots and sometimes our bindings.

The silly songs you sang to us on the chair lift….”ride me down the slopes of clear white snow”. Following us down the double black diamonds or moguls because you were just as excited as us to ski them.

All, greatly appreciated and even more so now. More so now because Sai and I are now doing this with our girls. I never once understood how much effort and work you did just to get us to the ski hill. Once you got us there we were free to challenge our self, learn the hard way sometimes and enjoy being outside as a family.

So yesterday, as I had a few moments to myself going up the chair lift I knew my first run would be for you. Since you were a little tied up.

I got off the chair…took a picture for you….

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Then tapped my polls behind me as I’ve always done and said “this one’s for you, Dad”. Off I went, carving my skis in the snow, planting my poles and just going where the hill took me. I felt like I had it all to myself (and you of course).

I managed two more runs yesterday on my own while Lilly and Sai skied and hung out together and each run was for you. Thank you for those hours, those tired moments and those exhausting days. For those moments I look now forward to with our girls and it’s because of you.

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Thanks Dad.

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It’s been a little quiet over here on the blog as I haven’t had much oomph to write about my random days of running or any adventures we’ve been up to. My father had a heart attack last Saturday and I didn’t feel my writing mattered at that point. Luckily, he is now recovering at home and sends us pictures like this……

“I invested in a new Apple product”

apple watch Dad

THAT’S my Dad!!!

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My “Selfie” Picture Post {Happy Birthday Dad}

If you are on Facebook these days, you may have seen lots of “make-up free” selfie’s to support Cancer. I too was tagged in two friend’s pictures but have yet to post my selfie. Why, I don’t know. Maybe because I wanted to know more about the whole campaign or I just haven’t gotten around to it.

Or because my father had cancer. Maybe, maybe not. I read this post from Daisy last night and it really hit home. It made me thing about my Dad.

Today’s my Dad’s 68th birthday….sixty-eight!!! I can’t believe he is that old, he really just doesn’t seem THAT old, ya know!

In November 2006, I was living in Ontario dating Sai and I got a call saying that Dad had been diagnosed with Cancer. Tongue cancer….weird, eh! He never smoked a day in his life so why did he get tongue cancer? I just didn’t understand then and to this day I don’t know or understand why but I do know we are lucky our Doctor’s moved fast.

December 14th he had surgery. This was really hard for me as I was away from home, Sai was back in Illinois and I had a four hour drive one way to do a presentation to a school. It was just me and my thoughts. I thought a lot about my Dad, worried a lot, cried a fair bit and stayed glued to my phone. Surgery was done and successful…I could breath a little easier and my four hour drive home wasn’t as stressful.

Sai and I drove home for Christmas….really to spend time with my family. Dad spent Christmas in the hospital so we went to him for Christmas mass/Christmas morning. I’m pretty confident none of us really cared what was under the tree that year. We just wanted our Dad home and healthy.

On Dec 26th, Saï and I got to pick him up from the hospital as he was being released. When we walked in, he was pacing his room. Bags where packed and for some reason we had to make sure we got his Naglene bottle from the fridge which had his watermelon juice in it (we had juiced a watermelon for him a few days before). Once we had his bags and Naglene bottle he bolted! Seriously, he bolted out of the room to the elevator….we caught up and waited for the doors to open. In we went and down the few flights. The doors opened and he started picking up his pace again! He ran out of the hospital. He actually RAN out of the hospital doors on a snowy cold December 26th day.

We ran to keep up with him. And then once outside he stopped. “Dad, why are you running?” I asked. He replied with “because I don’t want them to tell me I can go home today”. Fair enough Dad, fair enough.

So, I’m not going to post a make-up free picture of me but I’m going to share with you my Dad. He is simply the best Dad…I’m sure my brother, Paul and sister, Laura would agree.

1. He used to take me out of school for the day and I would go on his school’s ski trips!

2. One time when I was completely hungover, he drove me back to University, an hour away. He didn’t yell at me for being irresponsible but shared a few stories of when he was young and had too much to drink.

3. He taught me that sport and being active is the way to live a healthy life and that it can take you anywhere.

4. He is the reason I started down the path of Outdoor Education/Recreation and Environmental Education.

5. I’m just like my Dad…we have the same personality 🙂

6. He taught me {and my siblings} how to ski.

7. He drove me {and my siblings} all over the Province to play soccer…and coached us too.

8. He gives up his time {and hard earned money} to help me out when I need it.

9. He still cheers on coaches the Montreal Canadiens from his chair every game.

10. His motto for life: Word hard play harder.

My wedding day with Dad (almost 2 years post surgery)

My wedding day

My wedding day

My Dad loves to dance….we were doing the Jive as “our dance” but he then decided to throw in some hip hop moves I was unaware of 🙂

Dancing away

Dancing away

We share the same passions, three generations skiing. My dad lives to ski and this is no exaggeration.

Lilly's first ski!

Lilly’s first ski!

He love spending time with his grandchildren. Hanging out with big sister Lilly while Hilary snuggles with Mommy. Lilly was just over 2.5 here and Hilary was a few months old.

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Instead of a makeup free selfie picture of me, I write about my Dad and how frigging glad I am that you beat Cancer.

Happy Birthday Dad, I love you. 

I don’t normally share my blog on my personal Facebook … but today I will. Take this as my make up free selfie.

Enjoy your Friday 🙂