I've been trying to figure out what to write all day long. The traditional "my dad's battle with cancer ended this morning" seems so commonplace for those who have ever dealt with this disease. It has been a quick three months, and I will miss him more than even I knew at the time, if that is possible and understandable.
I've always loved quotes. When I was little I used to read them from the back of our huge dictionary just for fun! Now I can google them. I found this great one by Dr. Seuss of all people,
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
I am able to smile at some of the wonderful memories I have growing up with my dad. Not extraordinary vacations or spectacular adventures, but the everyday things we did together as father and daughter.
When I was really little, we did the airplane thing, where he would put his feet on my stomach and lift me into the air, flying me all around. He taught me how to wrestle and always let me "pin" him. We went innertubing down the James River when I was about four ( I sat on his stomach!)....he even let me drive his Cougar at the age of maybe two. As I grew, he taught me how to ride my bike and hit a ball with my big red bat. We spent a lot of time at the pool and I would hold his neck as we swam underwater the length of the pool.
At the beach, I was never afraid to go out in the ocean with him. We would tread water far out looking for a good wave, even once when it was raining. I vividly remember the rain falling was colder than the warm ocean.
One winter, after a deep snowfall, I held his hand as we walked a few miles to the store just to get some milk.
He stayed up late with me the night before science projects were due, of course fussing about why I hadn't done them earlier.
We watched shows together like MacGyver, Star Trek, Family Ties, Cheers, the A Team, Roseanne, the Scarecrow and Mrs.King and Perfect Strangers ...remember those?
We played cards, of course, but also liked to play this game called Mystery Mansion.
He was a wonderful father that taught me a lot.
Here's another quote I found:
"The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart."
This one is by Alan Alda, the actor from M*A*S*H....I always thought my dad looked like him for some reason...but a little cuter. My dad did tell me he loved me during this whole ordeal, many times. I told him, too. We didn't say it a lot growing up...it could have been we never said it. As a child, I saw the actions of love, but not the words...as an adult I heard the words, but not the actions. Love is really all you care about in the end. Did he know I loved him? Did I know he loved me? I hope the answer is yes to both of those.
The following Bible verses are traditionally used in weddings, but as I read through it, I thought that this was the love my father showed to me.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 and 13
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails....And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. (NIV)
