Ok, you might be wondering what those 3 things have in common. Well, it’s my dad.
His birthday is coming up and that always stirs bittersweet emotion inside of me. As I was doing some cooking last night, I pulled out this splatter screen to put over my skillet, and my eyes started filling with tears (oddly enough, not because of my cooking). This little gem was my dad’s, and he used it often. The man loved his Jimmy Dean sausage and bacon, I mean, can you blame him?
Now, you might be thinking it’s a bit odd that this would be the tool that floods my heart with memories and I guess you’re right, it is odd. But I’m glad it did.
It reminded me of waking up to the smell of him cooking us bacon and eggs. It reminded me of his excitement when I’d come for a visit, and his hugs that smelled like Old Spice. It reminded me of the crazy stories we would make up about how Kudzu made its way into GA, the hours of Neal Boortz on the radio and the many, many records we would listen to. He was a quiet man who was famous for saying things like, “did I ever tell you about the time …” and he would have an amazing Navy story to share. For instance, one time we were watching Apollo 13 and he said, “did I ever tell you that I was on one of the 3 rescue ships for the astronauts?” UM, NO!! That’s kind of AWESOME and you should have told your NASA nerd daughter about that before!!! Also, if you’ve never seen this movie, you’re probably not an American.
I so wish I could call him and talk politics right now, we would be having a great time solving to world’s problems together…and then making up inside jokes about this political season. I miss picking up the phone and hearing, “hey babe, whatcha doin?”, just calling to make sure his”Kimberly-bell” was ok or checking up to make sure I had an oil change recently.
Maybe it’s the nearing of his birthday, or the political season. Or maybe I’m just a girl remembering and finding the good in a man who often struggled with his own brokenness in a very broken world, but no matter what the reason, I’m really missing him.
For most of you reading this, I’m sorry you didn’t know him. He was a man who had his share of great pain, a man of great humor and a man who loved his daughter. I know he would be very proud of the woman I am and am becoming and I’m grateful that he was my dad.
- sweet memories
- pushing through a tough workout
- sweater weather
- changing of the leaves
- Buff Bake