#88. (That's the number sign, not a hashtag.) That was my Daddy's jersey number when he played football. He played on his high school team. He was a Green Wave. (Not sure the story behind that mascot name, but I'm sure there are those who do know. I hope to find them and get to… Continue reading #88
Tag: missing my Daddy
The Season We Are In
"I can't do this." These four words have been rattling around in my head quite a bit lately. As the drops have fallen from the showerhead and my eyes, I have even whispered them aloud. "I. Can't. Do. This." I'm okay. Things are okay. There are people who have more struggles every single day than… Continue reading The Season We Are In
Car Trouble
"You got a car, you got car trouble." I think it was my Papa who first said that. But I heard my Daddy say it many, many times over the years. Usually followed by that sigh of his. And the acceptance of the inevitable. And it's the truth, isn't it? Eventually, something will go wrong.… Continue reading Car Trouble
Working Out
It was June, I think, or maybe July. I'm not sure. I know it was very hot. And that Daddy was still going for treatments at the Cancer Center. This particular day Daddy's physical therapist, Miss Ida, whom I loved and adored from my own visit to the PT office where she worked, had helped… Continue reading Working Out
Catching Sight of Him
Cooter is enjoying his drama program. Each week he heads through that door and doesn't look back. Well not much anyway. When he is on stage delivering his lines (yes, he's already memorized them! what a relief), he will glance over and smile with this "nailed it, did you see that?" look on his face.… Continue reading Catching Sight of Him
Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
Today is my Daddy's birthday. March 23. Another one. Without him. This is the fourth without him here with us. The third since we gathered with Mama and planted the tea olive at the foot of his grave. How is that even possible? Time is an elusive creature. Today we made a small pan of… Continue reading Stories for Daddy with a Brownie on the Side
Selfie with Superman
Tonight was our Princess' Christmas dance recital. Precious. From the little ones dancing to a song about having chicken pox at Christmas to the precision of the older girls as they performed their jazz number, it was a wonderful way to celebrate the season. I am thankful over and over for my children being able… Continue reading Selfie with Superman
the window
Looking back on the day that we stood by Daddy's bedside and let him go, I see in my mind's eye and realize with some surprise that the curtains on the window were open. Daddy spent many hours sitting in his chair by that window watching the cardinals living in the arbor vitae, the flying… Continue reading the window
The Bricks and the Twine
I can still see, in my mind's eye, my Daddy's strong and weathered hands, tying the twine. First through the hole on one clay brick, taking his time to tie it tight and knot it well. Knowing how long he wanted it to be, he pulled his pocket knife out of his worn jeans pocket… Continue reading The Bricks and the Twine
I Might Need A Nap 