So this is my family. This picture was taken a few years ago, but i feel we all still look this good! Anyways, so obviously i love my momma and consider her to be a hero of mine as well, but i am going to at least start this conversation and whole blog deal with my dad, and add ma at a later date. So my dad is the man of many nicknames as you will see from this post. I am not going to explain them all, but will say that many of my friends call him all of these names to this day. Hes not a fan of Tie Domi, so hes not a fan of being called Tom Domi.lol.which makes it even more fun to chirp him about it, and watch my friends chirp him about it.
My dad has always been someone i have looked up to since i was very young. And yes, i really do consider myself lucky and am grateful to have and have had a great father figure in my life growing up because i know many others have not and/or do not. Anyways, growing up and to this day i continue to look up to my old man. He has always been a role model, teacher and a friend to me and my brother since we were young. He is the epitome of what a blue collar, hard working man looks like (even to this day). He is technology impaired, and has a sweet pimped out new ford explorer that he tries to show me all the functions in when i come home for vacation, but has no idea how to work most of them himself. Its pretty hilarious. My mom (Laurie Lumber) told myself and my brother not too long ago just how hard my dad worked and how they both sacrificed so that we could have every opportunity to be involved in everything (mostly sports) from a very young age. She told us about how early on when they were just young and starting out with us and barely getting by, how my dad went years without buying a single thing for himself. I mean nothing. So that we could have everything. Not everything as in being spoiled, but everything as in clothes on our backs, food in the cupboards, and us in sports. They made it work.
My dad has always been my biggest critic and biggest fan, especially in sports but also in life. You wouldnt hear him yell very often at the rink while i was playing hockey, unless i was being a complete idiot. Then you heard him, hell i heard him from the ice and knew when i stepped in the vehicle afterwards it was going to be a long ride back to Powassan. You know how much you respect a person, when you are willing to do anything to make them proud of you and show them you are taking what they have taught you and applying it in life or anything you do in life.
Tommy Timber taught me not to take shortcuts, to work my ass off for everything i want in life and earn it because it wont be handed to you. He taught me how to have respect for other people and for my elders and to use my manners (yes sir, thank you maam, please thank you etc). I never messed with my dad when i was younger, because i had too much respect for him (that and i saw how mad he would get at himself sometimes and wanted that to never be me). That being said, i mess with my dad all the time now, hes a pretty funny guy sometimes, i guess.
I could go on and on about Boom Boom (my dad), but ill end this post with the one story about him that made me proud to call him my dad even moreso than usual. Its about one of my brothers best childhood friends who was also a friend, teammate and coworker of mine. We all worked at Quality Hardwoods in Powassan, a small but very successful lumber business owned by Paul Brooks (a great man and person who gave me a job at 14, and helped me pay my way through college and university). This is where my dad works until this day, in his 60’s now. Anyways, many of us younger kids had left to pursue education or careers and our friend “B” was stuck at the lumberyard. “B” was going through some pretty heavy stuff of his own and hadnt found his his way out of it yet. He was always late for work, coming into work under the influence sometimes and getting written up at work, but my dad refused to let him go. I asked my dad why he had not fired him yet, to which he replied something along the lines of: “Adam, this job may be the only thing good in his life right now. He needs to be here”. Even after so many people had given up on “B”, my dad refused to. A short while later “B” moved away from the Powassan area to live down in southern ontario. He called my dad up one day and asked him if he would be a reference for him to join the Canadian Armed Forces. Hearing my dad tell me about this, i got excited! You could hear the excitment and happiness in my dads voice, you could hear how proud he was of “B”, it was amazing! I would see “B” not too long after, and then a few more times after that and the first thing he would ask “how is your dad doing”? You could see it in his face and how he spoke, how humbled he was that my old man bet on him, bet against everyone else and maybe even bet against the odds. My dad is the type of guy, who if he knows you are a good person, he will go unlimited lengths to help you succeed. This is what i want to be like, what i want to strive to be in life. Not successful, not rich, but a genuinely good person, helping people.”B” got into the Canadian Armed Forces and was on the road to completely turning his life around and excited to protect our country overseas in Afghanistan. My dad was supppppppper proud, like it was one of his own kids.
Sadly, in 2011 “B” passed away in a car accident in Shilo, Manitoba. Even to this day my dad speaks so proudly of him, and this story makes me proud that this guys my dad.My first hero.
In Memory of Pte. Brayden Mclachlan, 2PPCLI.
April 17, 1985 – May 1, 2011
“Once a Patricia, Always a Patricia”