Posts Tagged ‘Daddy’

Thinking About Daddy

June 17, 2013

Yesterday, my son called Sweetums to wish him Happy Fathers Day. While they talked about things, I thought about my own father. He died so long ago. He died too young. My son never knew him or my 47 year old daughter. I was seven months pregnant when he died. I was living in California then,and couldn’t even go to his funeral. But, maybe, that’s best. I close my eyes and there he is. He’s got that bad little boy grin. His shirt sleeves are rolled to the elbow. He calls me “Princess”, “Angel”. He makes me feel like the most wonderful person in the world. All the trials and trepidations of the day have melted away and I am content.

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Daddy’s Ears

May 20, 2013

It’s odd how seeing something can trigger an old memory.  Have you seen the ads for the new movie with Will Smith and his son?  Well, they both have my Father’s ears.  They’re not big, they’re nicely rounded and they stick straight out—just like Daddy’s.  I wonder.  Can he wiggle them just like Daddy?

My Brother

February 19, 2010

A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from my “little” brother.  He and his wife would be in Cambridge for a few days and wanted to come by.   I had been asking him to visit for about three years.  He lives in Virginia  and it can be inconvenient.  They came Tuesday afternoon and stayed until 10PM.  We had a very pleasant time.  It was great to see him. 

We talked and talked.  Ann wanted to know what he was like when he was little.    My big brother and I were 12 and 15 when he was a baby and we proceeded to get him in all kinds of trouble.  All in all, he was a pretty good kid and soon learned that driving our mother crazy was lots of fun.  He was also prone to accidents.  Daddy would say, “Are you sure he’s ours?”  This also infuriated mother.  And according to Ann, he still has to watched.

As the evening wore on, I soon realized how much he reminded me of  Daddy–the way he talked, the way he moved his hands and, of course, the way he looked.  He wasn’t quite nine years old when Daddy died and he is like him is so many ways.   I wanted to cry.  It’s amazing, the things that are inherited that I would have ever imagined.  I still miss Daddy.  It’s nice to know that there is a close facsimile.

Sunday

June 16, 2008

  my menIt’s Father’s Day.  I am thinking about my Daddy.  I loved him so much.  He died far sooner than he should have.  There are so many things that I never got to say.  I wish that he had been around to know Doug.  And my  son, Winston.  He would have loved being able to look him in the eye and talk to him about the pitfalls of being so tall. 

This isn’t what I had planned to talk about, but my son just called his Dad to wish him a Happy Father’s Day.