Every night, it's difficult to sleep. My Dad is the last thing on my mind when I finally fall asleep and the first thing when I wake up. Last night, I sat awake thinking of all of the wonderful things about my Dad. There are so, so many memories and wonderful characteristics that words could never do justice. But I felt compelled to share some of my favorite things floating in my mind of him...
- Every Christmas, my Dad became a kid again. He was so genuinely excited to give us as a children (and more recently, his grandchildren) a magical experience every Christmas. He and my Mom would take a day off of work together and get all of their Christmas shopping done. I remember they would come home with massive amounts of packages and immediately go bring them down to our toy room and lock the door behind them. One year, a timer was set for the Christmas lights to turn on early in the morning (Santa perhaps?). Dad would be so excited to see our reactions when we saw the gifts under the tree - and he'd be on the floor right next to us opening everything, getting just as excited as we were - as if he'd never seen anything we were unwrapping before. He loved to give. My Dad was always so, so generous.
- My Dad loved to jump out and scare us. He would laugh so hard every time he got a good reaction. He'd hide behind the corner, he'd hide by the steps and grab our ankles, he'd jump out from behind the shower curtain. Nothing overly dramatic - just a very simple "boo" would startle us enough to make us scream and jump. It would always make us laugh. I found myself talking out loud to Dad recently, asking him to let me know he's with me... but to please not jump out at me. Sounds silly, I know... but if he was with me, I'm sure he was laughing. My Dad was playful.
- For a long time, Dad would draw pictures for me to color. Eventually, he began teaching me how to draw. He would always be my biggest cheerleader... As I got older, he would praise my photography and my pottery - giving constructive criticism on colors, shapes, dimensions... But always telling me what exactly he loved about it too. He was frequently on my photo site selecting his "favorites" and he'd call me immediately afterwards to tell me to look at which ones he loved. I think about taking my photo site down... Dad was the main reason for that site - keeping him connected to his family through photos. But it brings me comfort visiting it and seeing which pictures he loved the most and remembering his reasoning behind them. My Dad was very creative; a trait I am so happy to have gotten from him. In addition to teaching me how to draw, Dad also taught me how to swim, how to ride a bike, how to bat both left and right handed... My first year in my own apartment, when he was home over the summer, he helped me build a nightstand out of an antique crate. (I still have that night stand.) My Dad was an inventor and creative.
- On Halloween, Dad would always take us out trick-or-treating. He'd be sure to have his flashlight and would be very protective of us. When we got home, he'd inspect each piece for holes in the wrappers and remove them to make sure we wouldn't be poisoned.... It wasn't until later that I learned he'd remove his and my Mom's favorites too. :D
- When Dad and I were outside once day, we spotted a snapping turtle in our yard. I was quite an animal lover as a kid and wanted to save this turtle. Dad was always encouraging me to do what I felt was right. He went and got a big empty ice cream bucket and put the snapping turtle inside. He put the bucket in the car on the floor of the front passenger side. We were off to go bring the turtle back to a safe pond. We didn't make it 20 feet down the road and the turtle tipped the bucket over and tried to crawl up on my seat. I freaked out, screamed, Dad slammed on the breaks, got out, grabbed a stick to move the turtle away from me. I can't remember what we did to get that turtle to stay in the bucket, but we somehow managed to get that turtle to a pond. Dad and I laughed about it the whole way home - and for years afterward. My Dad was my supporter.
- I remember in high school, my Dad would hug me goodbye in the morning and give me a kiss on the forehead. Then, very oddly, he would gently knock his forehead to mine and say "brain power." As a teenager, it eventually drove me nuts. One morning, the roads were slick and Dad had me follow him on the road. He escorted me to school to make sure I made it safely. On the overpass, I actually rear ended him. (The whole reason he wanted to be in front of me.) He later told me how terrified he was about slipping and falling over the railing onto the highway below... I would have never guessed he was scared that morning. He took control and directed the situation - making sure other cars went slowly and evenually getting me to school. My Dad always knew what to do.
- Dad would take me to Canterbury Downs to watch the horse races. We would go take a look at the horses, I'd tell him which ones were my favorite (usually based on color of their outfits), and he'd go place bets for me. He'd be right there with me watching the race, telling me to cheer on my horse(s). If they won, he'd jump up, give me high fives, and we'd go collect the winnings which he'd give to me. My Dad was my cheerleader.
- This past summer, my husband and I took our daughters to Sanibel Island... and low and behold, Hurricane Isaac was headed our way. Dad called every few hours to check on us. He'd have me get on the computer with him to watch the path and make sure we were being safe. That was the last time I spoke with my Dad. He asked me to keep sending him pictures and then he'd call right back and ask about the weather. He always had our safety in mind. My Dad was a protector.
- We used to have awesome storms come through Minnesota. My Mom and Dad would go to the store and get a big bag of M&M's and we would all sit out on our patio, munching on M&M's, watching the lightning and listening to the thunder. Dad would count with me the seconds between lightning and thunder to see how close the storm was. Eventually, we'd all be in the basement with blankets and pillows safe from any potential tornado. This is one of my favorite memories of my family together. My Dad loved his family.
- My Dad used to bring me to his work. This was the greatest insight into who my Dad was. He identified with work. It was fun to see him beam as he showed me all of the things he was working on. I remember he vollunteered me as a hand model for the Hungry Hungry Hippo and Mouse Trap games. I had to get my fingernails perfect for that morning - scrubbing them with an old toothbrush (That's probably the nicest my fingernails have looked in all my life.) I remember going into the studio and realizing this was serious. Dad sat back while the photographer positioned our hands and directed the scene. He trusted me to do this... I felt like he assigned me a job that he trusted I could do. My Dad believed in me.
I could go on and on. There are so many wonderful memories of my Dad. I am realizing more than ever before I am my father's daughter in many ways. Much of the experiences he gave to me throughout my life have influenced how I parent my own daughters. It brings me comfort to realize this... to know that above all, above anything else, we are his legacy - and the things he has taught me will live on in our own children, and their chidlren, and so on.
Over all, my favorite memory of my Dad... one that I have done with my own girls since they were born... My Dad, at some point in every car ride - whether it was a quick trip to the store or a long ride to somewhere more significant, he always took a moment to reach and hold my hand. What a feeling of love. When I hold my own daughter's hands, my heart swells with love. I realize, now as a parent, that my Dad felt the same each time he stretched his long arm back or reached over next to him just to give my hand a loving, reassuring squeeze that in just one moment told me he loved me. My Dad loves his children.
Oh how I miss him.