I remember one family trip (I couldn't tell you where we were or where we were going, maybe Mom will remember?), but Dad was driving and we were all really tired. We had the usual staple of snacks in the car-one of which was the mini hostess chocolate donuts. I don't know what made Dad do it, perhaps in an attempt to cheer us up, he rolled down the window while he was driving and started tossing little chocolate donuts out the window yelling "Be free little donut!!!". It was hilarious to watch the donuts behind us bounce down the freeway.
When I was living in California, Dad would usually call around 7 on some Saturday mornings requesting the Times Standard paper and donuts. Other times, he would call and lure me out of bed with promise of donuts and coffee if I came up to talk with them. I'm not a morning person, but I cherished those mornings with Mom and Dad, just talking and drinking coffee. How I wish I could do it again, and I know Mom misses that too.
There is so much I want to write and say about Dad. And there is just this ache that people say goes away. I don't want the ache to go away though-I want to cling to it-as its the only thing tangible thing that I have of Dad at the moment.
This is one picture our photographer took of Dad at the wedding. (Sarah sent me another good one I wanted to post, but I can't get it to load right on my computer...ugg technology!!!)
6 comments:
I know you have been struggling with what to write, but I think you wrote a wonderful post! Now everytime you eat a donut you can think of your dad. Now I will probably think of all of you whenever I have a donut too!
i love this post! you're an amazing woman, jules. keep writing...it's beautiful to read. thanks for sharing it :)
I love what you wrote. It is really nice that you are able to share the memories of your dad. It makes me stop and think of him too. I remember your dad bringing the donuts to Sunday School. He brought them when our class was mixed, and he still brought them when he just had the boys. I would walk by their room, and they would be having chocolate milk and donuts. When we were hungry, your mom would tell us that we could go get donuts from your dad in his class though not many took advantage of that.
Those are sweet, sweet memories and times; thanks for sharing that. Praying for you...
love--
Sarah
The story you wrote is so funny, so like your dad. I know the ache you are talking about, and let me just say that it will never go away.But a feeling that reminds you of someone you love makes it easyer to feel over time. Take care!
what a great post hun. its memories like those that never leave you. what a great picture of him too. if you ever need to chat you know i am always here for you. =)
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