|Darrin C. Burch |
(Sept. 2, 1964 - Jan. 17, 2011)
As an "angsty" teenager, I feel like I never gave people the true story about my dad. It was always "yeah, my dad did this," or "he makes me so angry sometimes!" But did I ever tell anybody about how he used to pay me to try to get him to laugh by tickling his feet - and after seventeen years I finally succeeded? Did I ever tell anybody about how he used to flaunt his "moves" (especially one he made up called the Praying Mantis), or how he used to rub my earlobes "for power"? Did I ever tell anybody all the silly, simple, amazing things about him? Did I?
Let this be one of my greatest tributes to my dad: the true story.
|Me and my dad on Christmas morning. |
(Can't you just feel the excitement?)
"I'll like anything," he'd say.
"So you're saying I can get you a rock with some mud on it, and you'll be happy?!"
He always said "yes." That's the kind of guy he was.
|One time my dad saved me from choking on a chip,|
another time he jumped into a pool - fully clothed -
to stop me from drowning. This guy was my hero.