Someone Special

Before I go any further I would like to write about someone very dear to me. You see this person is responsible for who I am..... This person was so cool that everybody who came remotely close was embraced by his demeanor. He was full of love, full of life and full of himself most of the time..... He showed so much love to me that he decided to give his best effort to make my dreams come true. We had our battles as well our moments that were so unique that nothing earthly could possibly buy. He kept me from harm, and tried his very best to teach me right from wrong , the best manners and how I should respect other people like I would want them to treat me. You know, it was a win win situation cause my Mom loved him to pieces too. My gosh , the guy was just a treat to be around.... he could have the best of times given any situation. He taught me the way this life works and so many other things that I can see his face looking at me.... talking in that tone of voice. I can remember the times when I would do something wrong, he would get all red in the face and tell me how he was going to beat the living daylights out of me. Although he never did go to those extremes ( or else I wouldn't be here) he always knew what to do to correct me (belt) so I knew not to ever do that again. At the same time he could turn around and hug me like nothing never happened. Oh and trust me, he was smarter than the average bear too, I think he had censers all over the house because he knew when you were up to no good. That man was a genius if you ask me. He got sick just as I was getting into elementary school and his maladies would stay with him for the remainder of his life. Although the only remedy for what he had was rest and relaxation he was bound and determined to figure out ways to conquer his pursuits. I guess what I'm saying is he was simply amazing and always knew how to cheer you up when you needed it. In June 1994 his time clock ran out and departed from this world to a better place. His name..... Pearl F Bunn, he was my Dad. In 1987 Dad invested into my future. Not only did he buy me my first dirt bike, he took me to a local Honda shop where the top pros were signing autographs, then to the races the next day. For as longs as I am on this earth, I will never forget that weekend. I can't begin to tell you how much that meant to me. There are many other great memories I have but that one stands out the most. He was the best. Although he is not here in the flesh, he's here in my heart and everyone that ever cared for him. 1987...... what a great year. I wish you could see me now Dad, I think you would be proud of me. I love and miss you. Thank you for life Dad. Brian