My Dad

Dear Dad,

You taught me how to tie my shoes, ride a bike, and drive a car.

You taught me to work hard and to never give up.

You raised me on the "best" music--Al Jolson, Buddy Holly, the Beach Boys, the Beatles, and Billy Joel.

You shared your love of traveling and together we saw so many amazing places and did some pretty amazing things.

You taught me to appreciate a good Root Beer Float and barbecue beef.

You are the reason I made it through AP Physics in high school.

You nurtured my love of gymnastics and always supported my dreams.

You never missed a meet from the time I was ten until the time I turned 18.

Because of you, I have amazing memories of white water rafting, visiting National parks, and yes, of visiting many empty fields where you would stand and imagine the Civil War battle in your head.

My friends called you Mr. Hickman, and I actually think most of them thought I had a pretty neat dad.

You were the original "helicopter parent" but in a way that kept me safe and still allowed me to pursue my dreams and interests.

You always told me I could do anything I set my mind to.

You built me a bedroom in an unfinished basement with your own hands. Oh, and a Reader's Digest How-To guide for the electrical wiring. I was terrified you were going to electrocute yourself.

We had good times and yes, we had some rough times. But you were always there. I knew my dad would always, always be there.

You promised me you would live to be 90 years old. We teased you about being older than dirt, and I was convinced that living to 90 was more of a threat than a promise. But gosh, I wish you could have kept that promise.

The last 10 years have been some of your hardest. I'm glad for your last visit out here and I'll always remember the last words you said in the car on the way to the airport, "I'm still your father."

Dad, I've missed you. I am glad you're free from this earthly body that's been holding you back from your dreams. It hasn't been fair. But I will continue to miss you. You would have been an amazing grandpa. Don't worry, I taught my kids all of the important games like "elevator", and "dump truck", and "touch". but I wish you could have played them with them.

Please keep an eye on us Dad. Please know that we love you. I can't wait to give you one more hug. Until then, enjoy a good concert with some of your favorites. Love always, me.

Donald Eugene Hickman July 11, 1943-March 12, 2018