I thought I wanted to write a blog entry today and now that I'm actually typing, I realize I don't have much to say. Except that I had another semi restless sleep. Dreamed about Nevada, and when I woke up in the middle of the night, I started crying.
This continued this morning, on my way to work... really missed my dad and I had a flashback of when I helped him pack his house. We propped him up on his bed, so he could tell me which clothes he wanted to take to his new house in Traverse City. We both knew that he wasn't going to wear 90 percent of those clothes, but we both went through the motions.
My dad loved clothes, and he was always a very handsome dresser with his own sense of style. I never had to worry about him embarrassing me with black socks and sandals. It wasn't done. He knew style. And he loved loud Tommy Bahama Hawaiian print shirts. But, he did that on purpose.
When we got to his dresser, I found the Detroit Tigers tee shirt I'd bought him for Father's Day. When I asked what he wanted to do with it, he said, "donate it, because it doesn't fit." I smiled and said ok.
I couldn't resist telling him that I had bought it for him... and then his whole face lit up. And he said, "Well, I want to keep it. I'll keep it for sentimental reasons."
Dad, that's sweet I said, but that's silly." He said, No I want it." I said, well, why don't we give it to Shane?"
He agreed that be ok. I mailed it to Shane for Christmas.
At least we kept it in the family.