Feb 23, 2014 20:26
Today the kids and I joined mom at church, for the 3rd anniversary mass for my dad. In between giggling about how Liam's legs do NOT fit under the pew, preventing him from kneeling properly but not from getting his feet caught under the kneeler, and my kids worrying about knowing the exact correct time to bring the gifts up, I found myself wishing my dad was sitting right there with us. He'd have gotten a kick out of Liam's struggles this morning, and I know Dad would approve of Liam wearing one of his ties to mass (Liam's idea). And he would have sung the hymns loudly (and so far off key it never failed to make me cringe). Didn't matter to him.
He would have LOVED breakfast at the Atlantic Grill afterward. They have excellent Belgian waffles (one of his favorites). He would have grumbled good-naturedly about paying for it (Mom said it was on him, after all),but he would have growled a "Put it away" had any of us pulled out a wallet. I hope he heard us all thank him soundly for breakfast.
I went bowling with one of my teammates this afternoon (to make up for the 2nd night of the league that we missed because of bad weather), and I could hear him in my head, telling me to calm down, concentrate on where I wanted to throw the ball, and slow down and not try to "kill myself" throwing the ball down the lane. He loved bowling, he and mom were members of a league for 15 years in the same facility I bowl in now. Okay, so I mostly paid attention to his voice in my head, doesn't mean I don't have a pulled muscled in my left butt cheek. *snort* He'd get a laugh out of that, too.
I miss you Daddy, and I'll try not to throw myself down the lane on Thursday night.