So, Scott tagged me for this memealeme…
Here goes…
The tenth good thing meme is listing ten good things you think of someone who has died. Could be a family member, could be a friend. Could be a cat. I want to write about my Dad…
My dad was:
- Incredibly passionate, which sometimes made him unable to see beyond that.(I seem to think this is genetic)
- Stubborn. So stubborn. So so so stubborn.
- Loyal. Even when he didn’t want to be. If he loved you, and chances are, if you knew him, he did, he wouldn’t have a bad word said about you. Sure, he might say them to you but, if someone else crossed that line, they were screwed. Not many people know that but, I’ve seen it in action.
- An insomniac. Every night that I sit here at this laptop, ash piling into the keyboard, I remember that this is a genetic condition lol.
- Always thinking. Even when his eyes were closed and he was snoring.
- always available for 2am phonecalls from me. When I moved out of home, they became a regular thing. I’d be home alone whilst Allan was on shift, and he’d phone me or I’d phone him. The number of nights I sat with my brick cellphone glued to my ear whilst flicking through channels, unable to sleep, and talking to him, is directly proportionate to the number of nights I, at that first uncertain stage of trying to stamp out your own world, wanted to go home, eat mum’s sometimes insane food (my siblings will smile knowingly when I say UFOs and frittata) and be six years old again.
- a person who found himself the funniest in his own head. I’m like that too.
- not afraid of being there for someone when they needed it. My friends always said that speaking to my mom and dad about anything was easier than speaking to anyone.
- A really good boardgame and card player. No, really good. Even though he sometimes cheated and was a damn sore loser. (heh, you thought we didn’t notice? heheh)
- always proud of us, even when we weren’t talking or had disagreed. He used to say to me, that love – real love, family love, friend love, respect love – is like this, and I quote: you can hate someone, want to yell and stamp your feet at them for being so frustratingly stupid but… in the morning, when you awake, they will still smell like honey to you.
Every day, I remember that.
And, now.. I tag:
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