As
of lately, I’ve had a couple of conversations with a couple of individuals
regarding my grieving of my father’s death.
Not knowing each other, they both suggested I shift my thinking to the
memories I have of my dad; instead of focusing on missing him. While, I know the physical separation of my
dad will be something I will likely deal with for some time, I’ve decided to
take my friends up on this advice.
When I was a young girl, truthfully, my dad wasn’t
emotionally available; BUT, looking back I know he did love me and my siblings
dearly. In one sense, my dad projected
his fear of heights, and the natural elements on me and my siblings growing
up. This was evident on many a beach day
trips with my mom’s extended family. My
older cousins, Matt and Luke, as well as my older sister and I would compete
with each other on who can go out further than the others in the waves of the
ocean. Competitions always, without
fail, ended quickly and abruptly, as the hollers of my dad’s voice would reach
our young ears as soon as we were waist deep in the ocean. All the while, Matt and Luke, are waiting in
the water, far further out than Katie and I, snickering and taunting us that,
once again, they beat us!
Another time, our family took a family road trip
(which was customary every summer growing up) to the Grand Canyon!
***Just as some background information: my younger brother Joey, was taking Tae Kwon Do; and for those of you who know Joe, just keep in mind his difficulty in discretion. ***
Well, after a long drive to the rim of the canyon, we all were eager to stretch our legs, and for us kiddos , we were thrilled to lean over the railing of the mile deep hole in the ground and do our own oohs and aahhs. Being a protective dad who “had a respect for heights,” he promptly began ushering the four of us back to a safe distance from the railing. My sisters and I dutifully obeyed, but not with our own grumblings and groanings; but my brother wasn’t as willing or obedient! After a fair amount of fussing to get my dad off of him, a sudden light flipped on Joey’s face – it was noticeable, and we all saw it.
“Hiiiyaaaa!!!”
Joey just numb chucked my dad right in his groin! Instantly on his knees; on the ground; hands covering and holding his family jewels in a delayed protective action, and moaning (rightfully so), my brother, proudly, takes a few steps away, hands on his hips, states his Tae Kwon Do instructor taught him how to get away from people he didn’t want to be around! Oie, my poor dad!
***Just as some background information: my younger brother Joey, was taking Tae Kwon Do; and for those of you who know Joe, just keep in mind his difficulty in discretion. ***
Well, after a long drive to the rim of the canyon, we all were eager to stretch our legs, and for us kiddos , we were thrilled to lean over the railing of the mile deep hole in the ground and do our own oohs and aahhs. Being a protective dad who “had a respect for heights,” he promptly began ushering the four of us back to a safe distance from the railing. My sisters and I dutifully obeyed, but not with our own grumblings and groanings; but my brother wasn’t as willing or obedient! After a fair amount of fussing to get my dad off of him, a sudden light flipped on Joey’s face – it was noticeable, and we all saw it.
“Hiiiyaaaa!!!”
Joey just numb chucked my dad right in his groin! Instantly on his knees; on the ground; hands covering and holding his family jewels in a delayed protective action, and moaning (rightfully so), my brother, proudly, takes a few steps away, hands on his hips, states his Tae Kwon Do instructor taught him how to get away from people he didn’t want to be around! Oie, my poor dad!
While my dad didn’t always show his love and
affection to me the way I wanted it; or thought I should receive it from a
father, truly, I know he looked out for me and my siblings – in this case to
his detriment. For that, I can reflect in sincere gratitude, and a few reminiscent chuckles.
Haha! What a great reflection Barbara! Love the Grand Canyon story!
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