Elizabeth Eriksson
My Dad was a sweet man.
I have such good memories of him when I was a little girl. He loved practical jokes and mischief. I can remember him climbing up on a roof when I was five just to drop berries on my head from a near by tree. I couldn't understand where they were coming from and when I would look, he would back out of view where I couldn't see hiim haha.
Dad loved to boat and loved the water, I have several fond memories of fishing and skiing with my siblings and him. He was always happy, I am not sure I have a memory of him ever being in a bad mood. I didn't get to spend much time with him over the course of my life, but that was slowly changing these past two years. Children of divorce sometimes don't get to have the interactions with their parent's they were hoping to have. But I am glad to have had the chance to reconnect with him and make my peace with what never was, and be thankful for what we had at the end.
I loved my Dad and I know that I got a lot of my interests and similarities from him in some ways. He fueled my love of aviation as a young child by taking me and my siblings to watch jets take off and land at the Tulsa airport. And now, after a 27 year military career in aviation, I fly Boeing 747s for UPS. I know my dad was proud of me. We didn't get to talk much, and toward the end he was pretty tired and weak, but I know that we said our goodby's and I know that we were in a good place when he left this earth..
I love you daddy, I wish we had more time.
-Lizzie
