My dad

Today’s NaBloPoMo promt is something that is hard to write about:
What’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you think of your father?

That he almost always had a tan from working outdoors a lot. That his bark was a lot worse than his bite. That he rolled his eyes and hid a smile listening to his adult childrens verbal antics.  That he threw us in to swim or sink, but that he was ready with a life vest if we needed one. That he always supported us, even when he thought we made strange choices. That he was a good husband and father.

I miss my father. He died suddenly in January last year. He said goodbye to my mother and went off to play bridge at his bridge club. While playing he suffered a cerebral haemorrhage and was in a coma before anyone in the family could get to him.

After the first few days I did most of my crying while driving alone in my car. Not good for road safety.

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Librarian, reader, atheist, blogger, golfer, lesbian, geek.

Posted on June 4, 2010, in Just life and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Comments Off on My dad.

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