February 5

It’s hard to believe it’s been 34 years since my dad died. The more time that passes, the more I realize how little I know about him. Like, I don’t know what his favorite flavor cake was. I think his favorite color was blue, but I’m not sure. He liked birds and drawing and he was a funny guy. I remember one year my mom went away for a weekend and Dad bought TV dinners and we watched football while we ate. I think it’s the only time I can remember Dad ever watching football. And I also remember how classically terrible that TV dinner was. But it’s still one of my favorite memories of Dad. That and playing with him in the snow. And riding the lawn mower with him. Ok, so there were some moments worth remembering. I just wish there had been more.