Thirteen years ago the world became a little less safe. I know that doesn’t make much sense–that a man in his 60’s with failing health made my world safe, but he did. His presence was comfort. His wisdom was gold. His teasing was the whipped cream of life. His pessimism gave me something to shake my head at.
Dad’s absence never strays far.
I remember a lot of things about my dad. Most of them are none of your business, and wouldn’t mean a tinker’s damn to you anyway.
The thing I’ve been thinking about this morning is (after I became an adult) how excited my dad was to see me–every time. He would get that smile and that look on his face that projected genuine exictement–that he was getting to see me and spend some time with me. It always made me feel good.
I guess this year is especially hard because my son is getting ready to move away to school. In a lot of ways he has been my new best friend. It’s going to be hard on me, but maybe, just maybe I can learn a lesson from Dad–and make my son feel the way I felt so many years ago.
DR

