Everything I Can Remember About My Father

I was going through some old journal entries and stumbled across this one I had written about my father. I want to share this because it's a reminder for me and for anyone else that happens to read this... the subtle nuances about a person can be the most poignant memories you have of them. I know my father isn't truly gone, but it's these memories that help me instill his spirit within mine. I'll keep adding to this list of course as more things come to me.

Everything I can remember about my father:

-His smile

-When he picked me up from my Mom’s and I pretended I was asleep the entire ride to the hotel in the car. I held onto his arm for comfort the whole ride.

-He liked roller coasters, like me.

-When he had a favorite song, we would listen to it over and over again.

-He would sweat when he ate food that was too spicy.

-He would swing karaoke well.

-He always wore the same type of shoe/sandal.

-I always remember looking at his feet and thinking “my feet look like his.”

-He would sniff a lot.

-He would pop his elbows a lot.

-He loved powdered donuts. Donuts in general.

-He drove dangerously fast.

-He always like to talk about how my ancestors were royalty. That I have royal blood.

-He could draw whales and flamingos.

-He would always tell me to “be cool.”

-He loved Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5.

-Our song was that No Doubt one.

-He would always ask me who I loved the most.

-He loved the playstation. We would hook it up to the hotel TV and play Tekken for hours.

-He would always get me a toy from Toys R us.

-We would always go to the market in Indonesia and get the pirated DVDs.

-He always wanted me to interpret his dreams.

-He called me cheebeelee girl.

-He loved to ride motorcycles as much as me.

It's the little things, I tell ya.