As I sit here today thinking about the most influential man in my life, my Daddy, I am reminded of a dream my daughter had a few days after he passed away on Nov 23, 2010. In this dream, she saw my Daddy driving his first race car, a 1955 baby blue Chevy with a white number two on the side, trimmed in black. In the passengers seat (yep, in her dream, this car had one!) was my Granny. They were both laughing and having a great time as my Daddy was spinning wheels and having fun in the race car. Ironically, neither of my girls were born, nor were they even thought of since I was just a child myself, during the 1970s when he raced. Of course, once racing gets into your blood, I honestly think it is there to stay so he has plenty of memorabila about his cars and career in racing, as well as the "Big Boys of NASCAR" that he followed. I thought this was a very special dream for a 23-year-old who wasn't brought up at the race track like I was, especially since my Granny passed away when she was five years old. RIP, Daddy!...you may be gone, but you will NEVER be forgotten!!
That is beautiful Renee! Thanks for sharing it on this special day. Racing does get in your blood and it never leaves but that's a good thing. My best to you and that dreaming daughter.
Patty - thanks for the comment on my blog. My twin daughters were very close to my Daddy. The other one also had a dream but hers didn't involve racing. I was amazed that Ashley, who never saw either of his cars in person (they were born in 1987) and he had already dismantled and sold most of the cars/parts long before they were born. Love them both very much! Once a Mama....always a Mama....lol