Miss you, Dad

[annathepiper]

Today would have been my father's 62nd birthday, if he hadn't passed away in 2001. I realized this over the weekend, and got a little pang about it. It still hits me every so often that he's gone, and today, I'm feeling his absence. I wish I could have gotten the chance to tell him I'm pursuing writing now for real--because one of my earliest writing-related memories involves him, too. I have this lingering visual of sitting in the front seat of his car with him--a sort of beat-up convertible. I couldn't tell you the make of it anymore for the life of me, but I remember it had that sort of off-gold color that seemed to be popular for some 60's-era cars.

And I remember telling him about a story I was writing, about a little girl who got spirited off by leprechauns and was made their queen for a day.

I have more to say about what happened over the weekend, but I'll do that in a separate post. This one's for you, Dad.

Comments

[shadowhwk.livejournal.com]

I have moments when I think 'wow, Dad would like' and get the pang too.

*hugs*

[annathepiper]

*hugs back*

I get that sometimes with stuff related to music, too. Especially Elvis.

[raise-a-jar.livejournal.com]

::hugs::

[annathepiper]

::hugs back:: Thank you.