Five years ago today my dad passed away. He was, in my eyes, the most amazing man to ever grace the planet. Smart, funny, kind, generous, devoted, and so very much more.There are too many memories to even begin to list here, but among the things I miss the most:
- Calling him weekly just to check in and see how he was doing.
- Checking in regularly during the NCAA basketball tournament. I know today it’s referred to as “March Madness,” but when I started to watch it with him when I was in high school, it was merely the NCAA tourney.
- Playing cribbage. Gosh, I almost never beat him. Even at the end, when he was very sick and I had to peg for him, he still won!
- His laughing at silly comedy segments that he watched with my two girls. Victor Borge and Johnny Carson come to mind immediately.
- Sharing his love of Robert Ludlum novels. I actually read The Bourne Identity when I was in junior high.
- His complete distress when I lost the one baby. It happened not that many years after my mom died and he was so sad and so lost and didn’t quite know what to do. It was just incredibly sweet.
And so, for my dad, I choose these words from W.H. Auden:
…He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest…
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