I don’t write about my father very often, here. This isn’t because I don’t have much to say about my father, but because my father is better than my ability to write about him. I’m not saying he’s perfect; no one is perfect, and one of the most important things he taught me was just that. But my father is a good father, in a world where many fathers are, well, not.
Here are some of my favorite things regarding my dad:
~ He read The Chronicles of Narnia to me and my sisters when we were little. Since then, I’ve never read a book or met an author I’ve liked better.
~ Over twenty years ago, he ordered pizza and borrowed the 1961 film Mysterious Island from a friend, and then he and I and my sisters all sat on the couch for a pizza-eating, movie-watching party.
~ Sometimes, he has a difficult time with jokes. Like, we’re all standing around, waiting for the punchline, but he’s laughing too hard to get the words out, and then we’re laughing too, without actually getting the joke, because his laugh is contagious.
~ He’s a pilot:
My father and two of his four daughters, me included, after our first flight. =]
~ He used to make up stories about me and my sisters and the adventures we had. I can’t remember many of the details, but I remember that right from the start, he was telling us we could be main characters, and sometimes, that’s nice to hear.
~ When my sisters and I were old enough to watch Star Wars, he showed us The Empire Strikes Back first because “it’s the best one.”
~ When I was in elementary school, and declared (with absolute certainty) my political party affiliation, he gave me a look, and asked enough questions for me to realize I hadn’t really thought it through.
~ He’s always said I or my sisters could talk to him or my mother about anything, and meant it.
~ He loves my mother, and it shows.
~ When Peter Jackson’s The Fellowship of the Ring came out, he told me and my sisters (too young and too sensitive to see it in theaters) the whole story start to finish because he enjoyed it and we wanted to know what it was about. He also told us he was sure Gandalf was going to come back, and he was right.
~ He’s a science teacher, and knows a lot, but is also good at making stuff up, so you have to listen like, “Am I learning science? Or random nonsense about frogs?”
~ He tells the best stories: about camping, about traveling to mountains and through deserts, about farming, about football, about adventures gone right and adventures gone wrong, about getting lost, about flying, about family, and childhood, and friends.
There are many other things. Twenty-seven years’ worth of things, actually. I cannot write about them all, at least not here. Happy Father’s Day – I hope you have a good one.