Saturday, September 12, 2009

Hmm, how to begin?

Today is my dad's birthday. He would have been 79.

My dad passed away on March 9 of this year. Over and over I have thought about writing about him, but I just never knew where to start.

I could start with how I thought it was so cool when he drove his mail truck home during the day. It was fun to get up in there and take a look around. It smelled like mail. Or I could write about how he was a loud talker, which was sometimes embarrassing, but could also be helpful when searching for him in a store.

I could write about how passersby would stop to talk to him about his yard and how he got his flowers and garden to flourish and look so nice. Unfortunately, I did not inherit this green thumb. I could write about how when I was younger, and we went to the mall as a family, I hung out with dad. It was inevitable that we'd make a trip to Sears and, at my urging, KB Toys.

There are so many things I could write about, but mostly I just wanted to remember him today.

Today I am thankful for my dad. Even though we didn't always see eye to eye (and at times that could be often!), and even though he didn't always know how to express it, I know he loved me very much.


Leah Beth said...

Or how he had such an infectious laugh and the best smile. Or how all the kids at church would run up to greet him and say hi and he was known as the candyman because of his pocket full of goodies that he shared every Sunday.

Lee Ann said...

Thinking about ya, girl! Precious post.

Jamie said...

what a great post!

Lee Ann said...

btw--I *love* this pic of your dad.

Melissa said...

Lee Ann, it is one of my favorites, too!