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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The way you engage with your little children awakens something in them. This recent post by Dimples and Grins touches on what sparked the authors love of words and stories. Full Disclosure: Dimples and Grins in my sister.