[personal profile] theoriginalblurker
Today is the 14th anniversary of the saddest day of my life.

Lately I've been aggravated that I don't have him around to ask questions. Stupid questions, like "what was basic training like?" I only have one real story about my dad's military service, and I think I probably heard it about 12 times. In this story, he asked for permission to take a car (a jeep?) away on a trip, and his CO left him with a completely disassembled vehicle saying, "Sure - if you can put it back together, you can have it for your trip." He learned a lot about cars that day, and yes, he put the thing back together - in working order. I always felt as though he wanted to try the same thing with me some day, but he never got the chance. I know his time in the air force was when he met my mother, had a deviated septum fixed, and did a lot of flying around the country playing baseball. Probably not in that order.

My dad loved to tell stories. Over and over. We all knew his stories, and had to (got to?) listen to them repeated when new people came around who had not yet heard them. As you might expect, it eventually became a running joke. Now I want to hear those stories again, but I also want to ask more questions about his life. And there's no one left to ask. Both of his brothers are dead, as well as his parents, and no one else remembers anything from that time.

I don't have any letters from him. I don't have any recordings of his voice. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see parts of him in my face, but less so as I lose weight (isn't that amusing?). I see him in my bad knees, my love of food, my desire to know how the world works, and my sarcastic sense of humor. But I miss those stories. All the ones I've heard... and especially the ones I haven't.

ETA: No hugs, please.

Date: 2011-11-05 04:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arch-scrivener.livejournal.com
If my daughter remembers me half as fondly as you recall your father, I will count my life well lived.

Date: 2011-11-11 06:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greeneyes-rpi.livejournal.com
Both of your children will love you uncontrollably, because you are such a brilliant, loving, and engaged parent.

I can't speak for the teen years, 'cuz, well, you know...but later their minds will come back and you'll be friends again.

Date: 2011-11-05 05:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] auspeople.livejournal.com

So maybe what I should do is interview my dad over the next two days? Except I think I waited too long, because he is too breathless to talk for long. We did at least agree today that nuclear nonproliferation is as futile as the war on drugs. He is in favor of drug legalization, believe it or not.

Man, do I know how you feel. There I so much I want to know about his military service in Nam, what it was like to fly a plane. I didn't know your dad was in the Air Force. Your dad and my dad would have gotten along, I think.

I am not hugging you. Probably because I am out of them right now.

Date: 2011-11-05 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greeneyes-rpi.livejournal.com
I think they would have gotten along as well.

Date: 2011-11-06 02:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] arenson9.livejournal.com
Having heard how you missed your dad helped prompt me to interact and record while I could.

I was very happy to capture my dad telling a story on video.

Dad in India

Date: 2011-11-11 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greeneyes-rpi.livejournal.com
That is awesome.



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