Twenty years ago today, my father lost his battle with cancer. On this anniversary, I wanted to talk a little further about what I have learned from Dad’s lessons.
One thing I do understand is that I’m grateful for the 21 years I DID have with him. Obviously, like most people when they lose someone early, I wish I spent more time with him growing up. I wanted to hang out with friends or watch TV or play video games or mess with girls or a half dozen other things before I felt like hanging out with my father.
That’s kind of what this post is about today – enjoy your time with your father as an adult because you’ll most likely wish you spent more time with him as a kid.
Understand that these are completely random memories, and I’m not sure why some stand out more than others. But they do, and I’m happy for that!
He took me and my cousins to a Red Sox spring training game in Winter Haven, and one of my cousins had no idea what baseball was about. I remember thinking, “What – the – heck?” But now I get that not everyone had a dad that took them to spring training games all the time. It taught me that sports might be in my genes – but not everyone else’s — so have varied interests.
(Is that really a lesson learned? Maybe not.) He took me to a theater to see “A Christmas Story.” Now, every year, that movie is replayed a billion times and I get to relive that memory! It’s such a weird one to remember. (He also took me to see “Uncommon Valor,” which was an awesome Vietnam movie!) It taught me not to help my Dad change a flat tire. FUDGE!!! And to not leave any of your soldiers behind, especially ones that were MIA!
My Dad used to throw the football in the backyard with us often. And he taught me, “Always catch the ball with your fingertips.” And he would always say, “If your hands touch it, you should have caught it.” When I went on to play tight end in high school, our receivers coach would call me “Hands” because I never dropped anything. (Granted, our offensive line coach would call me “GONADS!” but whatever.)
My Dad was a salesman – and from what I gather, he was a very, very good salesman. He was, what he called, a “hustler.” Not a hustler in the “swindler” sense, but in the sense that he hustled to get work done, and he hustled to make things happen, even when those around him stood still.
He taught me how to make the most of what you got, and to be a “hustler” to get things done for what you need. Whether it’s a website, a book or some other project, I always have something going on with thoughts on the future.
When I had friends over swimming, my Dad used to play jokes on them. I was embarrassed at the time, but I have a ton of great memories because of it. This includes the time my Dad told my friend Artie that he had a phone call.
My Dad proceeded to have a conversation with the person on the other line for a bit, really selling it. Then he handed the phone to my 10-year-old buddy, who by now had gotten out of the pool and toweled off. When Artie put the phone to his ear and said, “Hello?” It took him a couple seconds to fully register that my Dad had filled the earpiece with shaving cream. Artie laughed, I laughed and my Dad howled with laughter.
My Dad bought a john boat and used to always take me out on the little lakes in Central Florida to go bass fishing. We’d pack sandwiches, just get out there – and sit. As a kid, it was tough to deal with because there were sooooo many cartoons I was probably missing. I look back now and remember/cherish some of the talks we had on that boat.
My friend Artie’s father had passed away when he was pretty young, and my Dad always invited him wherever we went. I didn’t understand it then, but he was trying to impart some male wisdom on my friend (and me) at the time, and Artie was always appreciative. My Dad taught me that having him for 21 years is still a lot better than the length of time many other people have their Dad around, if at all.
Twenty years ago today, my brother Mark and my sister Rosebud were with me when my dad took his last breath. For completely random reasons, they’re living with me right now. Nearly every day, one of us does a “Dad” impression, and we crack up every time.
Finally, my Dad taught me how important it is to laugh every day.
We miss you, pop!
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This was a beautiful post. I may have tears in my eyes in the office. Big hugs to you and your family today.
Uncle Dave! This was a great post. I really enjoyed reading it. Me and Jeff were there that day also. I miss grandpa. He was an awesome guy and taught us a lot about being men. Thanks for writing this :)
Thanks, Jason! Glad you enjoyed it. Every Super Bowl, I think of your grandpa! It's a good memory to have. I'm glad you guys have great memories of him, too.