There have been a couple of times lately when I've been in a situation or heard something said that triggered a memory of growing up with dad, so I am going to start documenting those memories.
Driving to work this morning the thermometer in the truck showed that it was 27 degrees out. As I was walking from the parking lot to the School of Business it felt even colder than that, so I picked up my pace to get out of the cold. I was taking some pretty good strides and was thinking about how warm it was going to be once I stepped inside the heated building when I noticed the sound of someone coming up behind me at a faster pace. At first I was thinking that I was walking pretty fast, so the person coming up behind me must have some long legs; then as I looked over a saw the legs of the young man passing me taking much bigger steps than me, I flashed back in my minds eye to trying to keep up with dad as we were walking somewhere. Dad was never slow to get places, he always walked fast and with purpose.
Tonight as dad was getting undressed to change into his pajamas, I asked if his pants were ready for the laundry or if they could be worn again. As dad held his pants out for me to see that they were still clean, I said "They look like they'd be okay for another wearing." To which dad jokingly replied, "Yeah, they'll be good for at least another week or two." After dad's reply, I could hear him in my head singing "Black socks they never get dirty, the longer I wear them the blacker they get. Sometimes I think I should change 'em, but something keeps telling me, 'Oh no not yet!'"
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