Today is Day 4 of the March Slice of Life – the daily writing challenge hosted at “Two Writing Teachers”.
I am using Encyclopedia of Me; My Life from A to Z, a guided journal created by Amy Krause Rosenthal.
D is for Dad
My Dad has been gone for 47 years. He died at 49, way too young. He was always a presence, with his height, his dark hair and good looks.
From him, I got my build, thick hair, math ability and my love of books. He was always reading and had an extensive library.
It was he who stopped my Mom from banning me from reading a very risqué book in my early teens. How would I learn to discriminate a good book from a poor one if I didn’t have the freedom to read what I wanted? Wonderful lesson.
Dad had served aboard a ship at the tail-end of WWII. Then went to university as a veteran. He would write 5 exams in one day and pass all with high honours – a feat seldom accomplished!
Dad worked for a bank and we moved around a lot – from Manitoba to Montreal to Toronto. And because we rented (bank did not okay a mortgage as he could be transferred anytime), we moved around Toronto quite a bit.
One memory that makes me smile – his response of “I’m just resting my eyes” when I caught him snoring on the couch.
He was smart and did not suffer fools. He was never a yes man at work and that was probably the reason he didn’t advance as high as he should have.
I can still remember the custodian of his branch telling me at Dad’s funeral how much he respected my dad and how he’d always ask about his family.
A tribute I made in honour of my Dad: