My Dad... Johnny Pittman. He was a hard working man. Worked on construction jobs as an electrician most of my life. He would send me toys from out of state while he travelled. I always found that exciting when I was a little girl. He was devoted to my Mom... he loved her with all he was... and when she passed away, I think Dad lost all hope ... all want to live. He followed her 5 months later.
Dad was stand-offish to me a lot... when I was a little girl his love for good music (Hendrix, Zepplin, Bowie) rubbed off on me. He and I would play Atari for hours. He would let me drive the Bronco while he worked the pedals. He would honk the horn and wave at people as we passed even if he didn't know them. THAT WAS MY DAD. Fun, funny... and very silly.
Dad was PROUD of his military days... after all he saw SO much.. lived through so much. Yes he was wounded in action but despite that... Dad didn't talk much about the Vietnam days. He and I did visit the Travelling Vietnam Memorial when it came to Mobile, Alabama. Watching him cry ... he found his old Army buddy who died in action... I cried. War... it never changes... it just changed people. Whatever my Dad did... he did in service to our country.
I am proud of you Dad. I love you and miss you.