Thursday, October 30, 2008
Happy Birthday Dad!
If my father were alive today, he'd be 65. Crazy! I sometimes wonder what he would look like, now with graying (or totally gray) hair, more wrinkles, maybe thinning or maybe with a little more weight on him. I wonder if we'd see this election the same, or if he would still be pretty conservative. I wonder what it would be like to tell him about playing golf over here and going to the football game, or ask his advice for what I do next in my career. I wonder what it would be like to talk to him about how I'm now the age he was when he and mom got married, or get his opinion on guys that I date. I wonder if we would even talk about that kind of thing! I wonder if he would be spending all his time playing golf now that he's retired, or still drawing out the sketches for the 'dream home' on his engineering paper. After over 17 years, I don't think that saying I still miss him occasionally is the right expression - I've lived several more years without him in my life than I did with him, and it doesn't usually happen that you miss something so far removed from your present life - but I have a bittersweet connection to the idea of him, the memory of him, that comes up on days like today...and I'm letting myself indulge in it and savor the chance to fill my head and heart with imaginations of my daddy.
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I forget how much I take for granted having both my parents around (my dad is even a few years older than yours would be... it's crazy thinking that, but he doesn't seem that old at all).
I know someone who lost her mom when she was barely a toddler. She never really knew her mom, yet I think it's still fair to say she misses her. The connection between a parent and child is a pretty strong one.
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