I didn’t get this post finished in time for Father’s Day last week, but I don’t usually recognize the holiday anyway. My father passed away from cancer when I was five. I tried to think of one specific story to tell about him, but I just came up with a few snatches of memory. Writing these memories down made realize how much he influenced me in those few, short years with him, how much I have in common with him and of course, how much I miss him.
- He told me story about an ant crossing a puddle on a leaf. He said it was a true tale. Both of my parents told me stories when I was little, which helped me to develop a love for words and storytelling that I still have.
- He thought The Golden Girls was funny. Part of the reason I love this show is that I have distinct memories of viewing it with him.
- He loved bodies of water. He would take my sister and I to the nearby river. He dreamed of living in Florida. It’s another thing we have in common, except I don’t want to live in Florida (way too humid).
- He would play with the family cat after he came home from work. The cat was supposed to be my sister’s, but he had a clear preference for my father. I currently have orange, fluffy cats like him.
- He preferred solitude. This is one of the ways I am most like him. He would have company over every now and then, but mostly preferred to sit quietly (emphasis on quiet) and watch television.
Does anyone want to share a memory of their father or how their father influenced them?
Also, the picture is the only one I have of us together because he hated having his picture taken.
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