So, an old friend's father died yesterday morning. I was already thinking in general terms of mortality since my wife's cousin died recently (my wife donated a kidney to her shortly before we met, which I'll forever be proud of her for, even though I didn't know her, then. The Queen indeed), but this made me think specifically about my own father, who will be dead two years in mid-March.
He basically died from smoking. So, stop smoking people. But I'm not trying to preach here, only trying to remember some of the good things that I miss about the guy.
I miss how gung-ho he was in to computers. And surprisingly competent at it, considering his age and general aversion to technology (he would NOT use an ATM, for instance). He did have the problem of incorrect terminology which made trouble shooting fun, though. He was also an ALL CAPS GUY until I broke him of that habit.
I miss his stupid jokes. That he would never fail to tell. Regardless of the company. He was a "pull my finger" guy. And damnit if I didn't pull that finger every time.
I miss how he would take no shit. Even if I was the one shovelling it.
I miss the M in his hair. His hairline was receeding in to an M shape.
I miss how he stuttered vowel sounds after his stroke. That sounds kind of cruel, but it was endearing to me for some weird reason.
I miss how he'd tag team with me against Mom. That poor woman never had a chance.
I miss how he simply seemed to accept the fact that I was old enough to curse in front of him. I dropped a cinder block on my foot, and then dropped an f-bomb. He asked "what did you just say?" and my response was "you *bleepin* heard me! I dropped a cinder block on my foot, what do you want me to say, oh darn?" He laughed and from then on, I casually cursed in front of him. Which was nice, because I like to curse like a pirate.
I miss how he looked like someone took Gene Hackman and Wilferd Brimley and smashed 'em together.
I miss his cooking. He never got anything right, but it was still delicous. I take that back. His spaghetti sauce was brilliant. It wasn't completely made from scratch, but pretty close to it. He'd wake up at 5-6 am and start cooking it up, let it simmer all day...that was good shit, man.
I miss how he'd lumber around the house like a zombie while half asleep.
I miss his laugh.
I'd miss his stories about his mother, especially the one where she threw a knife at him. She was an old school Italian mamma, boy. You didn't eff with her, and my dad, the way he told it, effed with her a lot.
I miss how he would, in lieu of sticking out his tongue, would stick his dentures out at me.
I miss how balked at me getting my ear pierced at a young age, but would always say "but if you wanna get a tattoo, I'll take you down myself." Now I have both, though more tattoos than piercings. That reminds me, I always said I was going to get a tattoo in his honor, I should look in to that in the future.
I think that's all I'm really willing to say now.
What an awesome post, now I'm all teary. Wish I had more patience with his 'incorrect terminology' in the techie stuffs. Think that's what we butted heads the most about. And OMG...spaghetti sauce was sooooooo friggin good...
ReplyDelete*hugs*
Thanks coz.
ReplyDeleteKinda wish I had paid more attention to how he made it.
What a powerful tribute, Bart-Man.
ReplyDeleteI've read it twice because there are so many great lines there, but my favourite is:
``I miss how he looked like someone took Gene Hackman and Wilferd Brimley and smashed 'em together.''
(And do give my love to the Queen as well, because she's the Queen, because she's the greatest part of your life and because anyone who's close to you is close to me, because we're kinda the same in many ways.)
David McMahon sent me here and as always, his referrals are great -never a disappointment in the bunch. I totally enjoyed reading your tribute to your Dad and had me thinking about my Mom who left us a little over 27 years ago and the things, often the ridiculous and silly things I still miss to this day about her. We used to have at least one big fight or argument virtually every day and as frustrating as they often were and as many times as I said "this is one thing I won't miss" but you know what, I do miss them, still and very much. Thanks for sharing your memories and awakening some of mine in the process.
ReplyDeleteAwesome indeed. My parents passed almost 8 yrs ago within 3 months of eachother and I am still not over it. Reading how you feel had me nodding my head in agreement .. that was a fucking brilliant post!
ReplyDeleteDavid sent me. Great post. It's good to remember, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteIt's the little everyday things that you miss the most, isn't it? I know that's how it is with my grandparents. I love when the memories come back though, fragments that I thought I had forgotten until I remember them (ok that makes sense in my head anyway). And I am glad I have a blog to capture them in black & white.
ReplyDeleteLost my father last year. This post hit close to home.
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ReplyDeleteYou rule.