Reasons Why My Dad is Awesome...
He’s an over-tipper. No matter how tough his circumstances, it is his absolute joy to slap some astronomical tip on an unassuming waiter.
He always makes a big deal about how beautiful my mother is. Always has. Still does. And she is a stunner. But lots of beautiful ladies don’t get told enough.
He isn’t scared of the real world. In fact, he rather enjoys defying the real world.
He’s a big toaster. As in when he makes a toast, expect big laughs or teardrops. Or both.
There’s not a soul on the planet who’s quite like him.
He means a lot to so many people. There are Ken Veltz fans peppered across the globe.
He can sell anything to anyone when he’s passionate about what he’s selling.
He’s a dreamer.
People remember him. More like, it’s impossible for people to forget him.
If the game is “pass the ball around in a circle with your feet”, he’s in. If the game is “pass the ball around in a circle with your feet as fast as you can while singing Teenage Dream as fast as you can”, he’s in.
He has never given a shit who’s watching if he feels like singing, dancing, laughing, or being my Mom’s comedian. It’s gonna be loud and proud and if you’ve got a problem with that … “peel the banana” (one of his favorite phrases hahaha).
Subsequently, he makes perfect strangers think he is the raddest dude they’ve ever met.
When I was in school, if one of my friends needed help, it was always my house they’d head for.
He laughs louder than me, which is saying a lot. He also laughs a lot.
He’s a red blooded Italian but (true story) every doctor he’s ever been to, which from birth to now, you could probably count on one hand, tells him he has low blood pressure.
He is the type of parent that would do some really crazy shit to make sure his kid knew he was on their side. Angry jogger:) (inside joke)
He used to dare me to eat weird stuff.
He genuinely trusts his instincts.
He knew Adam was right for me the first time he overheard me talking to him on the phone … That’s waaay before we started dating. That’s many many months before I figured it out. Sidenote: he did not do that with any other boyfriends.
No matter how insecure or awkward I was as a kid, he maintained without any reservation that I was a beauty.
My Dad highly prioritizes talking. When I was a kid, particularly in high school, Saturday and Sunday mornings were often spent just talking with my family. We’d talk about philosophy, religion, politics, hopes, dreams, goals. Our kitchen was an open forum. I remember waking up to the smell of coffee brewing and the sound of my mother’s laughter and literally sprinting downstairs because it was so fun to just talk. I think those mornings taught me how to think. Knowing how to think leads to knowing how to communicate. I’m positive that those weekends led to a love of communicating, which I’m sure led me straight to writing.
Being unusual is highly valued by my Dad. And being unafraid of my own uniqueness was always encouraged.
He believes that something is guiding him to the right places. And so far, it’s never let him down.
He’s happy. He’s proud of his life and he says that he is often.
He’s still a kid. He’s that hippie that can’t wait to find out what happens next. My Mom is his girlfriend.
He’s an adventurer in every aspect of the word. The more colorful the path, the better.
His life is a story he’s writing about himself. And I guarantee that book would sell millions.
I love you, Dad. Getting raised by you is one of my favorite cool factors about me.
Happy Father’s Day.