Less than three months ago, I said goodbye to my daddy forever.
I hadn’t planned on it, but today I sorted through some of his belongings with my mom. In the midst of boxes and boxes of nuts and bolts, old keys, and a glorious amount of pens that probably don’t work anymore, we happened upon so many memories. In between old sermon notes, stacks of barbershop quartet music and wood-working books, we came across various cards I had given him through the years thanking him again and again for being a great dad for me and grandpa for my children. It was meaningful. And difficult. And although I don’t feel it yet, I am sure very healing.
My favorite, though, were the giggles mom and I shared as we happened upon things like these…
A can inside a can. Only my dad. I mean really, can your dad do the can can? Mine can.
This sweet little number makes me so happy – I’m guessing from the early eighties.
To top the can inside a can, how about a Whitman’s Candy box inside a Whitman’s Candy box. Did I mention that my dad loved Whitman’s Chocolates? Or maybe he just needed more storage boxes.
That Disney ticket? Yeah. That’s from the trip where my dad went down Splash Mountain at the age of 75. It was brilliant. Dad got stuck in the back seat and I got conned into the front. We were drenched by the end of the ride and my kids loved it. What I wouldn’t give to do it all over again one more time.
Ladies & gentlemen, I introduce you to the original imdb.com. I am not kidding you when I tell you there is an index for the cards in the front of the files. Dad kept this for his TV Guide crossword puzzles. I am willing to bet we shall find about 294 old TV Guides from the seventies and eighties in a box later on, one of which is bound to have Alf on the front cover. I don’t miss Alf.
On a completely unrelated note, I really miss the Carol Burnett show.
And for the grand finale? I present thee with a Whitman’s Candy can inside of a Whitman’s Candy can. You’re welcome.