Many of you who knew me growing up know my dad, Dave Ramsey. Yes, he’s who the one on the radio is named for (Radio Dave is my first cousin). Dad owned a car garage for many years and gave a lot to our Sprayberry High School community. He was funny, grumpy and well, much like me. I won’t say he was perfect — only one human has been — but he was a perfect dad for me. Because even with his faults, I knew he loved me.
As many of you know, Dad has dementia. I remember when he didn’t know me last November (thankfully the Aricept cleared that up for now) But that was a punch in the stomach.
I know the time is coming. I know I’ll see him and he won’t know me.
The one given I’ve had in my life is that I know my dad loves me. He loves his kids.
I don’t get to see him as much as I’d like because we live seven hours apart. And I pray he does know me when I walk in the door the next time. But even he doesn’t, I will take his love for me and pay it forward to my boys. Because learning to love your children is the greatest gift he gave me. And loving my family will be my thank you note to him.