Remembering what Dad did
One holiday which doesn’t get nearly enough hype, in my opinion, is Father’s Day.
But, since Sunday was Father’s Day,?I had to reminisce about some of the greatest memories which, you guessed it, involve my pops.
If there’s one thing I?should say about my Daddio it is that he is the funniest, most laid back, loving guy you will ever meet.
I?think both of my siblings and I have so many great memories from childhood with my dad and he deserves a lot of thanks and appreciation for everything he’s taught us over the years.
My dad taught me to be creative and to always have an imagination; I?wouldn’t be where I?am today if he hadn’t taught me to be a dreamer.
It started when I was a sweet young thing and he and I would spend the whole morning turning our living room into a fortress made out of stools, chairs, couch cushions and anything else we could find.
After successful construction, I would sit in the forts watching Sesame Street and demand my dad cook macaroni and cheese for me every single day for lunch.
Which is impressive and selfless on his part since I don’t think he cares one bit for mac and cheese.
My dad also taught me patience. Well, he tried anyway. I’ve spent a good amount of time casting the ol’ fishing line with Daddio over the years.
One summer evening we sat at the end of a dock together and my dad nonchalantly said, “you’re pretty good at casting.” I?replied saying, “well I have to be good at something here.” Several more fishless moments passed before my dad said something which indicated he may have lost his patience in that moment. “I’ll tell ya what, neither one of us is very good at fishing, at all; good thing we like it as much as we do.”
We continued fishing that night until the mosquitoes ate us alive, which were the only bites we got that night.
In my college years, Dad was always a great sounding board, and he always had such solid advice.
“Dad, I have a real problem.” And he was ready with a quick-witted piece of advice no matter how ridiculous the conundrum.
“Where does Darth Vader keep his money?” (I?kid you not, this was actually an issue I struggled with.)
“Probably in a fanny pack.”
Dads have an answer for everything; mine did at least.
Now that I’m all grown up, it’s the moments with my dad spent laughing on the phone or going up north for a visit in the summer and sitting around a bonfire together that make me feel like a kid again.
And, even though I don’t get to spend as much time with my father as I would like, I still appreciate all the memories we have had and will continue to make.