June 21, 2015

My Dad

My dad

To-ra-loo-ra he would sing to me in his recliner, his coffee mug on the end table. I don't have many clear memories of my childhood, but that off-key (very off key) lullaby came from one of the most beautiful voices I'd come to remember.

My dad has the kind of laugh that is really a cackle and I can hear it whenever I want just by thinking about it. While I can't recall him reading anything other than Reader's Digest and the newspaper, I have always claimed my love for books is because of him. Music appreciation, too.

When we moved across the country my dad came to help me and the kids. It took us six days, to the soundtrack of Simon and Garfunkel Pandora. That is in my top favorite things that I have gotten to do in my life and I hope we can do it again when I'm not under the stress of a timeline and moving and in the middle of winter.

My dad, if I have observed correctly and inherited as I think, is not interested in the usual. There is always something more interesting and unusual to discuss or discover or laugh about. I look forward to finding the weird and quirky things in our next town with him. I think he will like Portland.

My dad is one of the helpers. I hope he gets to relax and nap away the day today but most likely he'll be helping someone somewhere this weekend on his time off. Happy Father's Day, dad! I hope to see you soon.


3 comments:

  1. What a great tribute to your dad. You will always be his little girl...

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  2. He has a great face. You people are such good people.

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    1. That is so sweet of you to say that Ann.

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