Papa's Day

My Papa, Larry Coltharp is definitely one of a kind. Most fathers attend work, and only visit with their children each work night and on weekends. But, my father was very involved in my upbringing.

Papa taught senior level English at Nimitz High School in Irving, where I attended. He told my peers embarrassing stories from my childhood. His favorite one was at age six, I was acting like a little monster after he had just awoken me. Then, he forced fed me ice cream, and I became a sweetheart instantly.

Only a few days before my senior year began, the senior sponsor resigned unexpectedly. My father "stepped up to the plate" and took the position. My mother explained to me that Papa wanted to ensure his daughter had the best year ever, and he was successful in doing just that! He helped our senior class with several school events, including pep-rallies and my favorite, prom. My parents both actually chaperoned my prom, and looking back now, I am glad they did.

The greatest event of my senior year was actually the conclusion. My father handed me my high school diploma at graduation. As he hugged me tightly on stage, my classmates applauded.

These past couple of years, I have reflected on my past with my father more than ever. This is due to his being in and out of the hospital frequently. Papa has diabetes and congestive heart failure. He has encountered a few "close calls" recently. Yet, somehow, he always finds the strength to make it back home to my loving mother.

I have always appreciated that "extra time" with my father. Many children nowadays do not have this privilege. Therefore, on Father's Day, I would like to take this opportunity to share this story about my wonderful Papa and hope that it will encourage fathers and their children to spend more time together.

I love you very much, Papa.
Happy Papa's Day!!!

Your sweet pea,
'Chelle