Just One More

This was Christmas two years ago. Dad was feeling good during that time. He was so proud of cooking this cobbler with his cast iron.

This how I see him – smiling, that twinkle in his eyes and a hint of ornery to his spirit.

Recently, Mom let us go through Dad’s things. I wanted this jacket because it’s so him!!! It’s now in my closet. So one day when you see me wearing it, you will know it was my dad’s and what it means for me to have it.

I try to express my love and respect for him, but oddly it seems my words fall short each time. I don’t have a skewed perception of my dad that only sees him as perfect. Rather, I’m very aware of his flaws (most of them are the very ones with which I battle – after all, my mom has always called me Little Gary).

My dad was one of the most genuine humans you could have ever known. If he was afraid of his transparency or honesty about his transgressions, it never showed. He was neither ashamed nor proud. He was just an open book. And he didn’t mind sharing his stories so that someone else might heed the lesson in them – or at least get a good laugh at his expense.

All to say – I miss you terribly, Dad. You are everything I try to find in the people around me. But honestly, there is no one in the world like you.

Just one more day…
Just one more smile…
One more hug…
just to hear you laugh…
or call me Susie again…

I cling to my memories and walk with you in my heart every day.