… My Dad.
But, before I get into that, let me first wish you all a very Happy New Year! I know I’m crazy, stupid late, but first it was the holidays and my very favourite people on the planet were home and I had neither the urge nor the wish to part myself from them even long enough to whip out a simple post. Then, Chloe and I went to NYC with a friend to celebrate some very important birthdays. Finally, I got the gak. Not sure if it’s an actual medical term, but it’s several notches nastier than the actual common cold and maybe half a step less nasty than the bubonic plague. I am (mostly) out of bed today.
The sun is shining for the first time in what seems like forever (except when we were in the Big Apple – it was all blue skies!), I am re-gaining my will to live (“Just shoot me,” has been heard once or twice in the last few days. I’m not a good sick person.), and it’s my Daddy’s birthday to celebrate. We still have his favourite lazy weekend meal… beans on toast and a lemon pudding ring cake from the grocery store. Nothing fancy.
Even after eleven years without him, I am still learning things from him. Tiny snippets of conversations replay in my head, indelible lessons burned into my brain and onto my heart. Thoughts about humanity, the world, kindness, love. You name it. He was game for any conversation, big or small.
He was kind, funny, intelligent and principled. And I adored him. While I have spent no small amount of time cursing the universe for taking him so soon, I have also offered up countless blessings for making him mine in the first place. Happy Birthday, Daddy! and Happy New Year, world!!