My dad has been dead almost as many years as he was alive. He died when he was only 47. He passed away the day before Father’s Day. It was probably the saddest day ever. I have tried over the years not to be sad on this special day for dads but it’s just there. So this year with this medium of blogs I can honor him.
He was a ball player; baseball and basketball. My brother and I spent most of our formative years in some kind of sports venue. He would gather up all the neighborhood kids and we would drive around until we found enough kids to play a ball game. He taught me how to throw a curve ball.
He told me never be late for anything. If you get there early you won’t miss anything good. And you have your choice of seats. He also warned us about never putting a hat on a bed. (bad luck) He loved to eat at new restaurants. I still have to eat in any new place that opens. He showed me that doing something you don’t like to do is a way to say “I love you”.
He only got to meet one of his grandkids but every time I look at one of my brother’s kids, I see him. I wish he could have grown old. I wish I could hear his old stories again. I’m beginning to forget them. I guess I will always be sad this time of year. It’s OK. I have some great memories.
Just Jackie
