Three years ago today I held my dad’s hand as he took his last breath.
This post is a reblog; I couldn’t think of anything to add.
Don’t these guys look relaxed and happy? That’s Larry on the left. He’s my wife’s dad. On the right is Jack; he’s my dad.
Digital photo information is priceless; this picture was taken in Monroe, Washington at 7:51pm on June 12th, 2010. I remember it was a warm evening. I remember laughing and talking and slapping at a mosquito right after I took the shot. I remember being excited that our dads were meeting each other. It’s the only time they ever spent together and they really hit it off just like we knew they would. We all had the greatest time that night and thinking about it makes me smile.
Four months after I took this photo Jack got the bad news. Just before Thanksgiving he was gone. In late July of the following year Larry got his bad news and he left us on the first of August.
They were beautiful people and I miss them a lot. I miss talking to them on the phone and I miss seeing how similar we are to them.
And I love the way they smiled, and that they gave those smiles to us.
It’s time to bring back the interview…again. I decided to do so after meeting Society Red in Austin this year, during Blogger Interactive. Here is how the correspondence proceeded.
How’s it going! These interviews used to be the talk of the town, until I got lazy and decided it was better to write posts about my cat. I think we need to make a comeback, and who better to do it with than you!
When I was in high school in the 70′s, I had a charismatic and amazing teacher who taught ornithology; the study of birds. I wasn’t a jock or stoner, and pretty much my whole life I’ve been labeled an anomaly, or nonconformist (I prefer maverick but whatever) so you know I was in that class. I was one of those “bird-watchers“. Continue reading →
This past weekend in Austin, Texas an incredible thing happened. It was a summit of brilliant minds. It was a family united for the first time. It was my own personal Big Bang. The positive reaction from combining so many explosive ingredients generated a universe of new thoughts and goals and smiles and hugs. As they orbited around a central theme, new life was formed; and the world will never be the same.
You may recall in Part 1 that my (future) wife won a trip to the Grammy’s in 2005 and asked me to accompany her on what would be our first date, coinciding with Valentines Day. We return to the story the moment after we were socializing at a pre-function, avoiding Adam Levine, hanging out with Usher, and getting ready to take our seats for the main event…
I think it’s safe to say everyone loves some kind of music. If you don’t, then you should leave this blog now and go check out some political ranting blog or a blog about septic systems; that’s where you belong.
Several years before we got married, just before Valentine’s weekend, my girl and I were about to make the plunge into the electrifying world of first-date-land and then something absolutely incredibly fucking wild happened. It went something like this:
It was Monday morning and I was at the office in a meeting with Mr. Douchebag, my boss. I heard blah, blah, blah and then, mid-douche-sentence we hear screaming outside the door. I recognize that it’s Lisa, my future wife (we have the same employer), and I also can tell that the screaming isn’t the “there’s a killer on the loose” variety but the “something fucking cool just happened” kind. I look out the door to see Lisa literally bouncing off the walls. “WTF?” I mouthed to her. “I just won a trip on the radio, they just called!” She screamed this about twelve times while spinning around in circles. I thought she going to pass out. Our first date wasn’t going to be dinner at Red Lobster and a Bruce Willis movie. It was going to be a whirlwind event. Continue reading →
Today’sDaily Prompt Challengeis called Hindsight and is described as follows: Now that you’ve got some blogging experience under your belt, re-write your very first post.
I wrote this post in September of 2011. It’s amazing what 15 months will do to your perspective. I changed some sentences around and corrected some punctuation, hopefully making it more readable…
Vanilla Ice Cream
Four-year-old eyes peer out from the supportive mask and scan the area. Her face is a puzzle of scar tissue; her ears are shriveled and curled. Her arms and legs are bound, rigid, and hidden. Though the burns are not new, the healing process; slow and painful, has yet to allow what is left of her limbs to be exposed to the world. Her eyes lock on mine and examine me. There is no visible fear, no restless darting typical of a four-year-old, and no overwhelming curiosity. Instead there is serenity, an intensity, and a careful absorption of all in her immediate visual world. She does not speak or make noise at all. Perhaps she is refusing to announce her presence with any sound; acknowledging existence in what is gradually becoming her reality. Does she feel frightened and alone? How does the world sound to her? Continue reading →
I recently read a couple of touching posts about dads by Amy West and Le Clown. They created a shitstorm of memories and emotions about my own dad and after incubating them in my brain bucket I thought I would share...
Dad on his 75th birthday
My dad was born in Philly in 1935. He had one brother. They were poor. Dad was a tough guy and he took no shit from anyone. He and his brother and their dad went hunting and fishing a lot and dad often took a rifle to school with him so he could shoot dinner on the way home–no lie. Dad was the first one in his family to go to college and graduate. He got an English degree. Sometime during those years he met my mom, who was a waitress. They married, he graduated, I was born. This was 1957. Soon after, he got a job with the government collecting blood samples from New Jersey prostitutes to assess venereal disease statistics. During his lengthy career with the feds he kept his “take no shit” attitude. Because of, or in spite of that fact, he was promoted and transferred 10 times to eight different states. Before I was 14 I lived in seven of them until we settled in the Seattle area. Continue reading →