Daddy, ever . . .
"Gentle on my Mind"
~John Hartford
Never been exactly sure
why I am often overcome
with missing him, but 'tis
ever and always.
One of my first real memories
of him is his climb up Mount
Garfield with me in his back
pack. I had just turned three.
What a way to celebrate!
I remember one Friday night,
dad was stopped at a red light
when an old family friend
pulled up by us. Paul Griffin,
long time buddy of dad's,
dared a drag race. Funny thing
is, Paul won and daddy got the
ticket! Mother was not pleased.
One time I was lucky enough
to be invited along on one of
his drives. I was probably 10
or so. I look over and his eye
was firmly shut. I shook him
and shouted, 'wake up' . . . he
burst out laughing. Turns out
he only had his right eye shut.
I can't eat pancakes even now
without thinking of him. They
were his speciality and I've
never been able to match them.
I so wanted to learn to play
the piano, but of course there
was no funds for such. Then,
he got a job building two fire
places for the owner of The
Far East restaurant. Daddy
exchanged the two fire places
for a piano. Such love I have
never known elsewhere . . .
Oh God, I miss him so much!
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