For a couple of years, on this day, I've posted the same piece about my dad.
He was a character. He was entertaining, irreverent, brilliant.
I was going to write something new this year.
Something about him teaching his kids so much. How to dance, pray, debate, tie our shoes not in double-knots. He taught me to drive his jeep over the levee, clean a fish, back up a boat trailer.
But instead of writing a thoughtful blogpost, today I'm thinking about my trip this weekend to Houston. To talk to kids and their teachers on a panel of writers about our debut books, at the Tween Reads Festival.
I think Daddy would understand.
And I think he'll really smile down when I write that book about fishing.
If you care to read my previous thoughts about Dr. Jack, CLICK right here, please.
4 comments:
Hold the phone. You can back up a trailer, too? We have so much in common! And you've always made me wish I'd known your father.
Lovely post, Gusty. Our fathers sound similar. Life-loving, involved in everything, lots of hobbies, very smart. :-)
Unfortunately, mine left this world much too early, when I was only 14.
xoxo
I have wanted to post something like this on my site and you have given me an idea. Cheers.
Don't expect me to back up a trailer these days. But I used to be quite good at it.
Kimberley- we have to keep the stories alive, don't we.
Thanks for commenting, you two.
xoxo
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