I miss my Dad. It has been a year and a half since we said goodbye to one of the greatest human beings I have known in my life. I knew the first year would be hard, but I didn’t realize that it never gets easier.
I miss my Dad. I miss his sense of humor. I miss the jokes he would play on all of us. I remember when he would short-sheet my bed when I would come home from college. If I brought a friend he would short-sheet their bed too. I see the look on his face when he would do some sneaky little trick as if to say “Who me”? Yeah Dad, we all knew it was you. Every time. Your signature on the silly was always prominent and clear.
I miss my Dad. I miss waking up on my birthday every year to both of my parents singing happy birthday to me. When I was grown and out of the house it didn’t stop. An early morning phone call waking me up at the crack of dawn would always welcome me on the day of my birth.
I miss my Dad. I miss the time he dropped the chicken all over the patio. He put it right back on the grill, slathered in sauce, and hoped we didn’t notice. One bite of sandy grit and we knew Dad, we knew.
I miss my Dad. I miss him giving me away on my wedding day two years ago. I miss the look as well as the tears in his eyes that saw his only daughter was finally, truly happy.
I miss my Dad. I miss that no matter what we would fight or argue about, he taught me to forgive and move on. I didn’t say it then because I am stubborn, but he was always right.
I miss my Dad. I miss the fact that even when I was a fully grown married woman with children Dad would still make all of us go to bed early on Christmas Eve so that Santa would come.
I miss my Dad. I miss the way he would look over the top of his glasses. I miss the jokes he would make when we sat in his dentist chair and he would squirt us with the water to make us giggle.
I miss my Dad. I miss seeing him with his grandchildren, telling his stories. My Dad had a way of getting all the grandchildren to finish their supper by mesmerizing them with stories of Popeye, Bluto, and Olive Oyl.
I miss my Dad. I miss his counsel. I miss his sincere ability to fully listen to anything we needed to talk to him about. I miss his advice.
I miss my Dad. I miss that he never laughed at any crazy idea I had and always supported what I was doing even if it was pretty dumb.
I miss my Dad. I miss the twenty he would slip into my pocket on my way out the door. I miss how he would redo the dishwasher and could somehow pack so much more into it than I could.
I miss his laugh. I miss his patience. I miss his smile. I miss his hugs. I miss his lectures. I miss him. I miss my Dad.
The one thing I don’t miss is his love. I will hold that forever in my heart. Always.