May 20, 2009 21:16
The sound of Dad gently closing the front door.
Going to Gramma's apartment and sitting in the swivel rocking chairs.
Dad reconciling Gramma's bank.
Dad calling Madison "Mac".
Dad insisting that the hipposaurus makes a snortbarkmoo sound.
Dad reversing people's names.
Dad coming up right before the end of my shift in the winter and scraping my windshield.
Dad scraping my windshield in the morning on frosty days before I headed to work.
Dad's hair fuzzy and crazy after we cleared the driveway.
Dad in his flannel red pajama bottoms with his t-shirt top, ready to head to bed but lounging in the green lazy-boy.
Dad's reading glasses always falling out of his pocket when he leaned forward.
I love you Dad.
I miss you so much.
~L