This is my daddy, Wayne Blair
On Friday, August 28th, I was forced to say goodbye to my daddy...not my dad, not my father, not my pops or any other moniker for the man who called me his little girl, my daddy.
He was larger than life to me and I honestly thought he was tougher than anything out there in the world. I saw my dad crush a tarantula in his bare hands and swallow the worm at the bottom of a bottle of tequila and literally never go to the doctor for being sick or injured....I thought my daddy could never die...deep down inside I really believed that I think. I've always been a daddy's girl and I thought I always would be. He sent me flowers and chocolates for Valentines day and Mother's day and never missed seeing me or his grandson on our birthdays. He spoiled my mom with jewelry for pretty much every gift giving type of holiday. He took amazing care of her when she got really sick and we honestly thought we were going to lose her.
He never lost his patience with her in the hospital when she wasn't herself, when even I wanted to scold her for being mean to him...he wouldn't let me. All he said was it's ok, not she doesn't mean it, or she's not herself or anything else, because he didn't care, it was just ok. Seeing the way my dad was with mom at that time really took me back because I've never known him to be a patient man but my mom was everything to him so he did whatever he needed to do to get her better and make her feel loved.
He has always been so proud of my little brother. He's always texting me about things he's doing, the cars he buys, the trips he takes. There's a very special relationship with a father and a son. He loved my brother so much and always knew he could count on him for anything. My brother and I always knew we were loved very much by both our parents. Sometimes I forget that not all parents are like that. They were always proud of us, no matter what and always behind us in whatever decisions we made. I never realized not all parents do that either. I've always known how great they are and I've always been thankful for them both but when you lose a parent you truly realize how much you took for granted.
How much time you could've but didn't spend, how many pictures you should've but didn't take because you thought there would always be a next time. I wish I would've hugged my daddy around the neck more and called more and gone to see him more and made him come see me more, and texted more and emailed more....I would give absolutely anything for more time. It still doesn't feel real and I still can't truly wrap my head around any of it. My daddy was the best daddy and I will never get over losing him, especially the way we did. I'm so forever grateful despite the horribleness of it all, that he waited for us to all be together again before he left....just the four of us, always the four us.
Howard Wayne Blair, born November 26th, 1957, husband to the wife he loved so very much, Sheliah, his angel, father to the son he was so close to and so very proud of, Dillon, and to his first born, me, Daddy's Little girl. He left us suddenly and unexpectedly August 25th, 2020. We were together, just the four of us, always the four of us.