I wanna talk about how much I love my dad for a minute. So there’s a long tangent about him under the cut.
I did not intend on him going to my ghost concert, but he went and I was terrified. My parents are both religious, but my dad doesn’t mind. He was into that stuff as a kid, so he understands. He liked the concert, and really like Amon Amarth.
I was in section 205 with my friend, and he was in section 305. After the concert, he unwrapped his shirt (he got an Amon Amarth shirt and vinyl) and said “Papa just wanted me to tell you not to spend it all at once,” and a massive stack of confetti and Mummy Dust money sat on top of the vinyl. Me and my friend weren’t expecting to get anything because of how far back we were.
Around Mary On A Cross, my dad managed to make his way into the sound booth, then up to the front after bows to grab the confetti and money.
Today is my birthday. One thing I really wanted was Copia’s baseball jersey, but neither of us could find it anywhere (unless they sold it for a million bucks), so he goes online to the White Sox store, and custom made me a Copia jersey.
He also got me both Plushia’s. He had to get one shipped from the UK store, and the other, he had notifications on for when it came back in stock. He told me the second that notification popped up on his phone, he bought it immediately.
He also intended to get me a cake with the new Papa + Ghouls photo where they’re all lined up and Copia has his red jacket. It was supposed to say “Happy 19th Ghoul-day!” but it didn’t end up being ready in time, so he improvised by cutting out a photo he printed and sticking it to a store bought chocolate cake (which is exactly what I wanted). And he made sure the ‘19’ candles were orange (my favorite color). 😭
I just want that man to know how much I appreciate him. I talk a lot about how much he can annoy me, but he has always been there for me, and I know he cares. Materialistic stuff aside, I know he cares. I just love him so much.
