Sunday, August 19, 2012

From the Archives

Something I posted almost two years ago. I'm so glad my Dad is still with me.

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So many things to update you all on, but there will be time enough for that. I've had visitors for the last two weekends, and this past weekend, my father and step-mother came to see me. Last night, I needed to take the trash out. To do this, I go down a small alley behind my house. This disturbed my dad to no end --he hooked his flashlight on his belt and tucked his gun in his holster and we set out as though we were conquering a neighboring village. Me in my pajama pants and he with his gray haired swagger.

When we returned, he tried to tell me he was going to leave his flashlight for me. The dialouge went something like this:

Me: I really don't need a flashlight
Dad: What if your power goes out?
Me: I have candles
Dad: How will you see to find your candles?
Me: I just know where they are
Dad: But what if you don't?
Me: *smacks my forehead*

Dad can frustrate the life out of me sometimes.

They left this morning, and I came home to a still, silent house for the first time in awhile. I went to my bedroom to change clothes and found on my dresser--the flashlight.

There was a note underneath that he had hastily scribbled:

"Find your way home."


5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

What a precious gift he is.

liv said...

What a treasure - a Father who is loved. I'm so happy for you!

Wayne said...

This is why Father's are so special - it just takes us time to appreciate it! What a lovely little story.

Sharron said...

I found your blog through Kailana Mama's blogroll and as a fellow Counting Crows fan I just had to stop by.

I love that story, its the kind of thing my Dad does, think it makes him feel useful :)

Sharron said...

I found your blog through Kailana Mama's blogroll and as a fellow Counting Crows fan I just had to stop by.

I love that story, its the kind of thing my Dad does, think it makes him feel useful :)