My Dad passed away 25 years ago…and I’m still kinda mad about it…but that’s another story. Today I just miss him and his wit and wish he were here to make me laugh. He would say, “Right, Bug?” and to that I say, “Right, Dad!”
It’s a beautiful day to celebrate Fathers, both quick and dead, and I hope you enjoy it!
Peace
Big Shout-Out to all the Daddies who are being celebrated today. I know some good ones: the two Michael Caseys- Casey and Jr. — come to mind. I hope you are enjoying the attention. You are Loved…
My face is back to pink now, but the shape is oddly different. Nothing you would notice, probably maybe, but I do. The whole episode has made me stop and think about how I worry about the physical toll of aging, not just the sag of my jowls, but the drooping Everywhere else. It’s part of the process of living, I know, but as soon as I can quit applying medicine I am taking a complete break from Mirrors.
I took Olivia and Samantha over to Henderson, Ky for a picnic and a walkabout. It was a perfect day! We are usually sweaty and hot this time of year, so the clouds and cool breeze were a treat.
This coming week is Midnight Madness, A Genealogical Event at Willard Library. I’m interested in several of the topics, so I’ll spend a couple of days there. The end of the week ushers in the Shrine Fest, another festivity that is usually unbearably muggy. Maybe some more cool-ish weather could stick around?
Oh, I have to show you what we found at a rummage sale last Friday: a Red glider that puts a Pop of Colour in my south porch.
Peace
I adored my Daddy… To me, he was the strongest, smartest, and surely the most fun guy in the World. Even after I grew up and realized he wasn’t the strongest or smartest, he still was the most fun.
After his retirement in 1988, he would go have a few drinks at the VFW every Wednesday. He got in the habit of coming by my house afterward, allegedly for a cup of coffee, but we would end up listening to music, or making music at the piano. After a while, he arrived earlier and earlier, lugging a 12-pack; eventually, he brought his uke and kept it at my house, and we had Music Night every Wednesday, drinking and singing and laughing, and doing the Charlie Brown with the Willie Break…
Dad died in 1997, 5 months after he was diagnosed with metastatic renal cell cancer. He still made it to my house for Music Night whenever he could. Weeks before he died, on the occasion of meeting Melissa’s fiance’, he got out his uke and played his last song…”and the band played on”.
He jokingly had me promise that I would take a 6-pack out to his mausoleum on Wednesdays, and one Wednesday about a year after he died, I picked one up and took it by. I sat on the little folding chair in front of his drawer and sneakily popped one open … I thought how he must hate that cheesy piped-in music… I started giggling, the music got cheesier and went into–I swear!–“those were the days, my friend” ! That struck me as hilarious, and I laughed until I cried, “Come on, Dad, let’s ditch this place.” We left together…
Dad is such a part of me that I often feel him standing behind me when I’m playing his favorite part of Maple Leaf Rag, and he communicated with me through Phish….but that’s another story.
Still, there’s nobody to sing with anymore, and I miss that more than anything…
Peace and Love to All Daddies!!
Blather & Balderdash 