Boy ... I miss my Dad today. It took sixteen months for me to be able to talk about it like this. For the longest time, it just hurt too bad to think about him ... so whenever he crossed my mind, I'd just push it all out of my head.
But I was feeling really good this afternoon. I did my workout at Curves, ran to Lincoln Library, checked the air pressure in my tires ... I felt like I accomplished a lot. So when I got home, I took a few minutes to relax. I was watching VH1 and ... I don't know what ... but something made me think about him.
I got to thinking about how it used to feel when he'd hug me ... thinking about all those times when I was little, riding around in his truck with him ... going fishing. It doesn't feel like he's really gone. In fact, when I call Mom, I still expect him to answer the phone.
I can't lie. It still hurts to remember him. But if it's easier now, maybe it'll keep getting easier. And who knows, someday I might write more about him here. Like everybody else in the world, he had his faults. But in the end, he was a pretty great guy.
We are strong and we'll be alright
The clock continues counting down,
All the while
Rick Springfield - My Father's Chair