my father, the hero
i find myself these past few days searching for my dad like tourists search for jesus in the holy lands. i'll stick my head in his bedroom to see if he's watching a western on tv while laying in bed smoking a cigarette. i wonder if he'll make a light flicker or a faucet run. it doesn't seem like reality with him not here, so i look for unrealistic events to take place. it's been a week now since my sister woke me up to tell me that my dad died, and it still seems like i may be having the longest nightmare in history...but i'm not. all summer, i was my dad's right hand man. i did pretty much everything for him due to his broken foot. i opened doors, did laundry, fed the animals, drove him everywhere, burned suppers:)...but now...i just wait.
he was one of my very closest friends, he just happened to be my dad. i could tell him anything. we would talk about life, love, happiness. we would eat at the bulldog corner twice a day. we just hung out. we were pals, amigos, partners in crime. i knew all of his dumb jokes, and he knew how to make me blush.
many times, my dad has said to me that he felt like he embarrassed me, or that i was ashamed of him, but that couldn't be further from the truth. my dad, unknowingly, was my hero. he taught me how to treat other people. my dad never met a stranger in his life i don't think. everybody who knew my dad liked him. he was a simple man in a complicated world, and i'm proud that i will forever be "monte mcclintick's boy". the only regret i have is that i never told him this.
i've done a lot of growing up in the last week. the things i thought were important last week, are the furthest things from my mind right now. it's going to take a long time for me to get over my dad's death. he meant so much to me. he was so proud of me. he was my biggest supporter. and now i've lost that.
i love you dad...always will
he was one of my very closest friends, he just happened to be my dad. i could tell him anything. we would talk about life, love, happiness. we would eat at the bulldog corner twice a day. we just hung out. we were pals, amigos, partners in crime. i knew all of his dumb jokes, and he knew how to make me blush.
many times, my dad has said to me that he felt like he embarrassed me, or that i was ashamed of him, but that couldn't be further from the truth. my dad, unknowingly, was my hero. he taught me how to treat other people. my dad never met a stranger in his life i don't think. everybody who knew my dad liked him. he was a simple man in a complicated world, and i'm proud that i will forever be "monte mcclintick's boy". the only regret i have is that i never told him this.
i've done a lot of growing up in the last week. the things i thought were important last week, are the furthest things from my mind right now. it's going to take a long time for me to get over my dad's death. he meant so much to me. he was so proud of me. he was my biggest supporter. and now i've lost that.
i love you dad...always will