I’ve been feeling a little sad lately and missing my dad a lot more that usual with the holidays coming up. I knew December was going to be a hard month for me. I knew I was going to be thinking about my dad and the memories would start flowing out. Here are a few.
Christmas was his favorite holiday. He loved to decorate the house, make special treats, and go shopping for presents. I have a red stocking hanging in my room here in New York. He bought it for me last year when he was visiting, saying that I needed a little Christmas Cheer in my apartment.
He loved country music and anything to do with cowboys. We used to listen to Patty Loveless (and other old country singers) while driving around in his truck. He loved to go out dancing in his cowboy boots. Two-stepping was his favorite, but he was always up for any kind of dancing.
One summer we drove 10 hours to Amarillo and the entire way there he sang “Amarillo By Morning” by George Strait, but he changed the lyrics to “Armadillo By Morning”. I thought it was hilarious the first ten times, then it got annoying. He didn’t care. He thought it was funny.
When he came to visit me in NYC last December we walked by a fire station in SoHo. He made us stop so he could go inside and talk to the firemen. He wanted to learn all about their station and how it was different from his. I was embarrassed at how friendly he was being (it’s not very common on the streets of New York), but the firemen didn’t seem to mind. They bonded over the selflessness of their job.
Every time he saw a little kid he always tried to make them to laugh at his funny faces. He loved children. Growing up, he always took time to play with me and my sister. My favorite game was “horsey” where I rode on his back while he crawled on his hands and knees.
This is going to be my first Christmas without him. Even though we won’t be able to celebrate together, I’m going to take time out of that busy family-filled holiday to remember him and the special memories we shared together. I miss you, Dad.