I still love

My Dad taught me

to laugh,

to be proud that I’m smart,

to eat pizza as often as I want it,

not to smoke,

that it’s possible to burn soup,

to drive a car,

to help the drivers of all of the cars around me by providing free verbal advice,

to parallel park in one move,

to play tennis and be the wall,

to hit a softball,

to turn off the main water valve before removing a faucet,

to work hard,

to be honest,

to be frugal,

to play craps,

to make chestnuts fall from the tree by throwing a giant log and running,

to make up my own mind,

to believe what I believe,

that if you step in dog poo in the dark in your living room with bare feet it is OK to swear,

to wash my own car,

where the oil goes,

to hold in what hurts the most and keep my chin up,

that it is possible to lie on the floor, flat on your back, and hold your head up for hours,

to stand during A Bridge Over Troubled Waters,

that a sunburn on the face of a blue-eyed Irishman is a beautiful thing,

to say Goddamnsonofabitch through clenched teeth under my breath to relieve stress,

to read the best and skip the rest,

to do crossword puzzles,

to play with small children,

and that Peter Pan had it all figured out: we are all still children at heart.

My dad has been gone from the earth for a long time. He died today, many years ago. And I still love him.

Once you love someone, from your core to theirs, nothing can pry the feeling from your heart. Not even death.

Daddy, I love you.


6 thoughts on “I still love

  1. Thank you for writing our truths in such a beautiful way.

    I would like to add that I have also learned: trucks do count; sometimes all the cars are around the corner waiting for me to come to the intersection; humor is a large indicator of intelligence; it takes two to argue; and if, as an adult, you can count as many good friends as you have fingers you are very lucky!

    I love you Laura!

  2. Laura,
    It sounds like your dad taught you that unconditional, forever kind of love, so it’s no surprise that you continue to feel it.

    I especially liked your tribute: “to help the drivers of all of the cars around me by providing free verbal advice.” Ha!

    It is so touching that you are keeping his memory alive.

  3. how lucky can a girl be to have a dad who makes her laugh, think, be proud of who she is and why she is. then she raises her own girls the same way and his smile shines through her eyes.

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