I’m going home for Christmas this year. I get to see my grandparents, my mom, my siblings,my niece and nephew and countless aunts, uncles and cousins.
And I should be so happy and excited, but I’m not because not included in that list is my dad.
I see his face in my minds eye everyday. I wish I could smell him still but it won’t come to me.
I won’t feel his hand or hear his laugh.
I will visit a cold headstone with an inscription about a man that was so much more than a beginning and an ending.
He had so many stories left to share.
More grandchildren to meet.
I know that once I get there I will get caught up in seeing everyone and that the sadness will be flooded over with joy.
It’s the days leading up to the trip that are the hardest.
Have I told you about my dad?
He was the white Bill Cosby. I swear he could make you laugh with such ease.
He believed that everyone should be required to watch “Bill Cosby Himself” at different points in their life. Required viewing instead of required reading.
I once asked him about something he had in a hidden away place and he said “If I told you then I would have to kill you.” I’m pretty sure he wasn’t joking.
He was career Navy. He was handsome in his dress whites. He wore them to my highschool graduation and sat in a non-airconditioned gym, in late May in southern Mississippi and I never once heard him complain.
He loved Whoppers candy.
He loved all his kids fiercely.
I think he loved his grandkids even more fiercely.
His favorite author was Louis L’Amour and Tom Clancy.
He loved to look for history in the dirt. He would have loved archaeology.
He had few true friends but the ones he had would die for him and he for them.
If he hadn’t been in the Navy I think he would have been a cowboy.
Of all the places we lived, Scotland was his favorite.He always wanted to go back.
My dad was the best and I miss him tons.
Hug those you love, give grace to those who annoy you, and make memories everyday.