Today is Day 18 of the March Slice of Life, the daily writing challenge hosted at “Two Writing Teachers”
Today would have been my Dad’s 92nd birthday. Hard to believe that he has now been gone for 43 years. He died at age 49, when I was 20. I had just quit university and was trying to find a job, when he died suddenly, in an accident.
My mother was just 43 and had five children to raise on her own – my three brothers, aged 10, 14 and 25 and my sister 16. She never remarried or even dated.
I take after my father in many ways – my build
-my thick dark hair
-my love of reading and math
-even my belief that no one is any better than anyone else
Dad, Mom and I when I was just a few weeks old.
I have many memories of my Dad:
-flooding the rink night after night, standing in his long navy coat and then watching us skate
-playing with our boxers
-laying on the couch “resting his eyes” – but not sleeping
-camping, swimming, playing at the ocean in Maine
I still miss him.
(My dad celebrating St. Patrick’s Day – quite the outfit!)