|Tranquility on the Bay Front|
He was funny. He would do things that seemed so out of character for him but would make you laugh so hard your stomach hurt. Once when I was a child, we went to the beach. I guess that it wasn't planned because my dad didn't have his bathing suit with him. So, he just stripped down to his bikini underwear. No big deal. They looked just like Speedos.
He loved desserts and would make my sister and I order dessert when we went out to eat, even if we didn't want it. That way, he could eat them and not feel guilty for ordering three pieces of pie.
When I graduated high school, my parents hosted a big graduation party for me. My dad catered the party and bought me a really cool graduation dress. He was really good at planning parties and events. He even planned my mom's wedding when she married my step-dad. Both he and my mom made being a child of divorced parents very easy.
I took this environmental education class in high school and one of our field trips was spending a few days in Key West. I had never traveled without my parents as they were quite protective. My dad booked a room in Key West during the time that I was there just in case I needed something. He met us out for dinner one night and I never felt weird about it. I actually really enjoyed spending time with him and, even then, I appreciated his protectiveness.
Seventeen years ago my life changed. I experienced my first major trauma the day my dad died. It seems like forever ago. I miss him. I'm happy that I can still remember him. I still remember his scruffy beard, the way he would hang on to my sister and I at family events to mask his insecurity, the flannel shirts that he would wear no matter what season it was, how he would make my sister and I cover our eyes during scary parts in movies, that he loved his family unconditionally and he connected with God prior to his death.
I know that I am like my dad in many ways. We share similar personalities and I hope that his presence will stay with me as long as I'm alive. If I ever have a child, I pray that I am able to share my dad with my son or daughter. That he or she will know my dad through me. Remembering him and sharing him with others is how I will keep his presence alive.
*I'm participating in the 2013 A to Z Challenge. Every day in April (except for Sundays) I will be posting according to a letter of the Alphabet. To read more about my theme, click here.