Thirty-four years ago my Daddy passed from this life. It hardly seems possible that that much time has lapsed. Ergo my suspicions of so-called linear time. It hardly seems possible that my own sweet spouse is one year away from the age he was when he moved on. It hardly seems possible that I'm not much farther behind.
I still miss you Daddy. So, so much. I miss your calm-coolness and quiet way of working through the challenges of life. I miss the scent of your Amphora Red pipe tobacco (imagine that). I miss your voice quoting lines from Shakespeare. I miss you reciting The Cremation of Sam McGee. I miss catching you acting out and singing along with your opera records. I miss sharing wood-working time with you in your workshop. I miss mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, and sipping the occasional cola with you. I miss meeting you at the pool and "racing" you home - you in your Buick, me on my Schwinn. I miss shopping with you for the perfect gift for Rita, both of us silently knowing that it would be returned or exchanged for some reason or another. I even miss those (loathsome) family vacations we would take. I miss all these things, and more. I miss the brilliant snippets of life wisdom that you would share with me - even if I didn't get them in the moment.
I miss you holding me and sharing your perfect love.
Thank you Daddy ... for all this ... and so much more.