For some reason, that is something that comes to mind when thinking about my father. Books – that’s another of course. Trips to our “secret spot” to have picnics. Conversations about politics, about life. Quick goodbyes before long trips. Comforting hugs when my emotions could no longer be bottled up and I broke down. Chocolate bars dipped in peanut butter and bags of Doritos. Watching Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Star Trek. Smelling breakfast on a Saturday morning. The proud look on his face after a concert, at graduation. The look of love he has for my mother. Sacrificing, working hard, never giving up. Loving, generous, happy, and funny. Selfless, kind, and compassionate.
A collage of words, of memories. That is what comes to mind when I think about my father. A feeling of peace, of love. That is what comes to mind.
That and plaid shirts.