I remember his smile, his tight curly hair.
He taught me to swim before I could walk.
Rides on trains, sunlit windows.
Beer with spaghetti. Sing alongs.
Buying puppies, even horned toads.
Scaring Mom, playfully.
All wrapped up with tight hugs and kisses.
My fond memories of Dad, who was taken away so, so young.
(December 29th was the anniversary of my Dad's death, who died when I was eight years old).
Peace
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17 comments:
"Scarring Mom, playfully"? Please tell me you just misspelled the word... This is important... Nothing ruins a well-written, touching moment like tales of mutilation.. I just slapped myself- I hope you feel better!
Bittersweet, but very good post. I lost my dad on 12/27/98. Cheers to ya Odat.
God bless !!!
Very sweet post of your Dad Odat!
Buffalo, OMG...I'm laughing more at your comment than my misspelling...No, Dad did not mutilate Mom, not even playfully!!
(but that would have made a good story I suppose ;-)
(I've corrected it).
Matt-man, Thanks...
Paul, Thanks too.
Roger, You too, thanks..
Odat, lovely post about your Dad. Sweet picture too!
A lovely tribute 55 to your Dad.
My thoughts are with you.x
Ohhhhh, that was BEAUTIFUL, Odat ! He is reading that somewhere, I am sure :)
I feel very fortunate to have had my day in my life so long. He passed away in July last year.
Raising a toast in memory of yours.
That's v nice
wishing you all the best for a great 2008
wahey!!!
:->...
I do love this story. You have a real talent for making the usual come alive.
I am sorry about your Dad.
This a beautiful post, Odat. You are so good at this Flash Fiction.
Very nice, ODAT.
even with just 55 you've given so many of us a great insight into who your Dad was....nice...
That's really sweet and lovely, Odat.
You don't need to me to tell you, but it's great that you have the memories you do to carry with you always.
I'm sorry for your continuing loss, but it sounds as if your dad managed to give you a lifetime of wonderful memories in eight short years.
Sending hugs to you and to the little girl who lives inside of you still.
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