I can’t sugar-coat it today…
I can’t act like it’s no big deal…
Tears have been flowing all morning. My dad, my sweet sweet daddy-o is retiring after 38 years of working his way up the Arkansas Entergy Ladder.
Because of unfortunate circumstances I couldn’t be there for this Milestone in my father’s life. My heart is broken. My biggest fan in life, MY DAD is having his big day, and I’m not there to praise the hell out of him, and man he deserves it. So I wrote a little poem along with a note that I sent as a recording to be played for him. I wanted to share it on my blog as well because he deserves every bit of recognition for his years of dedication. The poem is called “When a Storm Rolls In.”
There is something happening ,
you can feel it in the wind.
Air is crisp,
clouds are thick,
a storms a rollin in’.
Get the phone call,
lace those boots,
start that big truck,
It’s time to move.
Through rain and thunder,
climbing up and down poles
Restoring electricity through the Valley, the goal.
He’d get phone calls from folks even through the night,
“Hey Mike you think you could come out, take a look at our lights?!?”
For nearly 40 years dad,
you served your community with pride. But it’s time to kick those boots off and push them to the side.
It’s time for you to leave that truck holding prayers from your morning drive.
It’s time for you to live your life, happy and cozy with your wife.
My sweet dad,
you’ve worked so hard,
you’ve built such a life for yourself.
Your presence will be missed at that place,
you did your job well.
But it’s time for you to delight in this
Lean into that eerie wind,
see the lightning, hear the thunder,
And dad, I hope you’ll bear a grin
For there will be no more lacing up those boots,
no anxiety won’t begin,
walk away from your phone,
embrace it from home,
when you feel that ole storm rollin in.
My sister called me after the party.. She said, “Steph, our dad had so much FUN!! There were so many laughs, so many jokes, so many hugs.” She told me years of friends showed up to share their memories of my dad. This is what had me tears— My sister said Our mom stood up and talked about her and dad and their story. From them being 15 to 57. From tiny rental, to a bigger house, to their dream home. From my dad starting climbing poles at Entergy when he was just 19, to being the damn District Coordinator of the entire Department! He worked and he worked and he worked. My sis said they continuously glanced at each other with warm smiles. She told me in that moment, as she watched our fathers face glowing with delight at our mother, she realized, That is what best friend looks like, That is what love looks like. And Well this is what 38 years in a night looks like.
There was one more thing I shared about my dad and his work ethic. I’d like to share that here too. It’s called
“From a Daughter’s Perspective.”
1am phone rings. I’m half awake to hear his voice, then hear him put on his boots…hear him in the kitchen..he sneaks in and kisses my forehead, then my sister, the big truck starts, and he’s gone.
I thought to myself as a little girl.. “Wow! How crazy, my dad works so hard, he doesn’t even need sleep!” Then I drift back to Dreamland..
I’d wake up, go to school, come home have a snack..finally he would pull in. I’d be waiting at the back door. “Dad, can we play basketball? Will you throw the softball with me?” And he always did. Year after year after year.
I got older, turned into a teen and then a young adult, still hearing the late night calls on stormy nights. Dad getting ready, hearing those boots, heading out before the waaay before sunrise.
Eventually I’d move away, and I’d bring my own children back and ya know what they heard? Late night calls, and those boots down the hall, headin’ out in the rain.
But not anymore!
He’s reached that finished line!! The ultimate goal of working, retirement!
Sometimes, those trucks would out of the drive at midnight, never sure when they would pull back up.. Would they be home in two hours to get a little more rest? Would they be starting their work day at 1am, to not get home until 5pm?..or Would they call and say, “I’ve gotta pack.. they’re sending us out of state for two weeks. There’s a big storm.” These guys are the hardest workers I know.
Dad, I love you so much. Enjoy the storms for the rest of your life.♥️
-This is what living looks like.
Also While I cried today this little lady hung around…
LOVE YOU DAD!! ALSO, SIS-Why couldn’t I find a photo of you and dad!!