Tuesday, May 17, 2011

"Daddy" by Heather Kuehl

Dear Readers,

I would like to take this time to tell you about a very influential person in my life; my father Ronnie Dade. In 1996, when I was 12, he passed away. It was very sudden; he was sick for about a week to a week and a half, went to the doctor, and several days later was gone. But this blog isn’t to dwell on the bad things that life throws your way.

When I sat down to write this blog post, I instantly got writer’s block. I mean, I wanted to share so much about my father but at the same time I didn’t. These memories are mine, and I’m quite greedy when it comes to them. However this time of year is for celebrating our parents and family, and I intend to do that.

Most of my favorite childhood memories involve my dad. We used to go fishing at a local lake. One time, we participated in a fishing competition. No, we didn’t win. Didn’t even come close. We spent a chunk of our time oogling the snapping turtle that found its way onto our line. I remember my dad working outside, planting trees that are standing tall to this day and creating a pond in our front yard. As a child, you don’t think about memorizing every detail and as time passes the memories you do have start to fade. But it’s not the memories that keep me strong, it’s him. Knowing that he could be watching over me, watching the decisions I make. Thinking of him kept me out of trouble, even during my goth teen years. I’ve tried my best to make him proud even though he wasn’t here to see it. I still do, which is why my first book I ever had published was dedicated to him.

Now, what I want to know is, who has helped shape your life? Who has been the reasons behind the choices you make?

Also, time for my shameless plug; keep an eye out for my science fiction / fantasy story, At All Costs, due out in December.

Blurb:
Samantha is a technopath. In a post-apocalyptic world where all technology has declared war on humanity, she has the unparalleled ability to obliterate the tech-monsters, one threat at a time. But it comes with a costly price tag… Rodney Connelly discovered Sam and works to protect her from those who would abuse her powers. After all, she’d saved his life… General Lieberman, self-proclaimed leader of the small unit of combat soldiers, has observed what the technopath can do and believes Sam can create as well as destroy. And he’s determined to exact the maximum—no matter the cost. There is one problem. The level of power Sam must use to create the monster may cost her life. Will she make the ultimate sacrifice to save the world?

6 comments:

Joylene Butler said...

Wonderful tribute. I lost my dad when I was 30 and still miss him terribly. He was a big influence. I wrote my first novel in hopes that I could keep his spirit alive.

Great post, Heather.

H.K. said...

Thank you, Joylene.

Kay Dee Royal said...

Very nice, Heather. My dad and I fish together also - ever since I was young. We entered a bass tournament together (my husband was actually my father's fishing partner but ended up fishing in another tournament with someone else on another lake) - to make a long story short, my dad and I won our tournament and my husband did not. (grins) One of my best memories ever was my husband's face when we showed him our winnings (a couple hundred dollars).
Memories of times like those are what keeps our dad's close at heart...and they also bring a smile.
Thanks for sharing your special memories.

lionmother said...

I lost my dad in 1972 and I have missed him terribly all these years. He always had the time to hear my stories and problems and he was my strongest advocate. I don't think I could have gotten through my teens without him. At camp he used to write me these encouraging letters telling me how amazing I was going to be and I tried to believe him, though at the time I was being bullied for being a little different. He never rose to the position to which he should have been in, but he was funny and respected. They used to call him the Mayor of Kew Gardens, because whenever he stood out on the street he had a good word for everyone he met and he was a presence.

Thank you for reminding me of the memories of my father, Heather. Yours sounds amazing and it's wonderful to be able to keep those memories with you. I have been thinking about writing a book about my father's life. Anyone who read the post I wrote about my parents understands why I might want to do that.:)

Charlie said...

What a nice tribute to your father. Daddy's are such a priceless treasure. I miss my daddy too. He was always there for me with his quiet, watchful eye. Thanks for sharing your story.
C.K. Volnek

H.K. said...

Thank you, Charlie, KayDee, and lionmother. :o)