Sunday, June 15, 2014

An Ode to My Father on Father's Day

Guys.


This is my dad (and my sister, but this isn't about her). Not the best picture, but it is one of the most recent I have, so we have to go with it. He's got dark hair (maybe getting a little distinguished gray), just so you can picture the main with the halo around the top of his head. You can decide whether you think that halo is from the window or from a life of righteous living. I can't be sure it's not from both.

This man likes when his daughters tackle him where he's sitting so they can snap a couple handfuls of pictures. He likes biking, on pavement trails and raggedy off-road trails. He likes photography and capturing the scenic beauty around him - whether it's of the marshy swampland and its bird inhabitants or a mountain hike and the trees and plants thriving there. He hates wearing denim jeans and hasn't worn a pair since he was a young man. He loves ice cream and makes sure the house supply does not last too long. He makes the best pancake art. He laughs sincerely when you make a joke - it seems like a small thing, but it's amazing how powerful that response can be. He looks great when he wears red. He was working on his Ph.D. in French Literature when he was struck by an existential crisis of the soul, and when he made his way out of it, he found him selling life insurance (that might be an extremely dramatic interpretation of events, but I like the visual it creates in my imagination). Providing people with good life insurance is a noble profession, so he touched many lives for good, and I can appreciate the change.

Also, he recently fought off a biker gang attempting to steal his camp site*. So that's pretty cool.

He's pretty super dope. And he's my dad.

Yeah, I know, you're all super jealous. Sorry, not everyone gets to be so lucky.

*This retelling also may be an extremely dramatic interpretation of events, but I like the visual it creates in my mind. To be fair, the bike gang was incredibly amiable and didn't actually attempt to break any of his bones, though they joked that they could take him. Note: they only joked, because they knew they couldn't. They didn't dare actually try anything...