Monday, June 7, 2010
They Don't Make 'Em Like Him Anymore
This time of year always makes me a little sentimental for my Dad, since the day he passed, his birthday, and Father's Day are all within a week of each other. He's been gone for 6 years, and sometimes I still forget when I see a TV show or a book that he would have liked that he's no longer around. Sometimes I see an older man with "Dad Jeans" on, and realize my Dad wasn't the only one who wore those. Sometimes I see a customer's hands, and they look just like my Dad's did. It kinda freaks me out, then I look up and realize it's a stranger who worked hard all his life just like my Dad.
So, here's a few of the things I loved and admired about my Dad. Some things I have inherited from him, and others I did not, although I wish the genes had worked on some of them!
My Dad was a mean golfer and a bowler extraordinaire. He made it all look so effortless. I, however, cannot even play Wii golf correctly; in actual golf, it's just easier for me to pick up the ball and throw it. I am regularly beaten at bowling by my Great Nephew, four year old Bryson. Me get a strike? No way!
My Dad could make the best oatmeal for my sister M and I. He also honored our requests to put "lumps" in our CoCo Wheats.
He was a gifted mechanical engineer who never went to school to learn his trade. He learned on the job, and was self taught. His drawings were precise and mathematically brilliant. I can't draw a straight line, or a good circle. My math skills are what lead me to get a degree in History, and stay far away from Accounting.
He was incapable of taking a straight-faced picture. I think the one above is the only picture I have where he doesn't look like a space alien. I have luckily inherited his ability to make facial contortions and have them captured on film. Oh, I am so blessed with a rubber face! :(
I don't think he knew what the heck to do with five daughters. But he did fine anyway.
He met Bud, and liked him instantly. Phew! It's true, some of us do look for the same qualities in a partner that we see in our Dad.
Dad loved to watch paranormal shows, and I would pass all my ghosty books along to him. He would promptly read them all and always turned to the ghost show on TV when either I or my sister PH would call him up and let him know what was on.
He loved strawberry shortcake, pineapple upside down cake, and fried chicken. Dad always had two cups of coffee in the morning, and would make coffee after supper to relax in front of the TV. Since I started drinking coffee at 13, I blame him!
He was a wonderful grandpa and great-grandpa. He could finally relax and enjoy some kids.
He would fall asleep on the floor, and my sister M and I would put curlers in his hair. This was a feat, since Dad didn't have much hair. Somehow we got them in. We also liked to put barrettes in, too. We would talk to him, and he'd open one eye, and grunt.
He never complained when he didn't feel well, when he was in pain, or when he was unhappy.
So as you can see, my Dad was pretty cool. My brothers and sisters and I know just how lucky we were to have him as our Dad. Everytime I go outside in the summer, and return home to see even more freckles on my face and arms, I think of Dad. Thanks to him, I will never have Nicole Kidman skin. But I don't care. They're just reminders of who I am, and where I came from. And most importantly, reminders of Dad.