My dad taught me that a synonym of courage is not fearlessness. You dont have to be fearless to be courageous. I have no doubt that my dad was afraid at some point, but he stood up to his fear and punched it in the gut. You dont have to be fearless; you just have to be brave enough to push it to the side. My dad had this ongoing joke about how he was Superman; to me, he really was Superman. My dad helped me with my homework, he helped me come up with things to say to bullies, and he encouraged me to pursue my dreams and be who I really was. He is my Superman because he was the best damn dad in the whole world. I remember his eyes would always sparkle whenever he was proud of his work, me, Quinn, or my mom, or when he thought about how lucky he was to be married to my beautiful mom. I remember the way his eyebrows furrowed when he was concentrating or was frustrated and I find it funny that I can do the same exact thing, and making that face in the mirror makes me smile and feel a little less alone. I remember staying up late in 5th grade with him and my mom as he helped me practice my audition monologue for Frenchy in Grease. I remember watching my dad play the guitar in the living room with the news on, and the way the music livened up the room. I remember him waking me up at 12 AM to go take a ride in his new car. Music was blasting and the windows were rolled down. The wind was nice and cool and the lights were speeding by and I was able to just forget the world. I remember shopping with him for my culmination dress for 5th grade, and we were at Macys and saw this sparkly, aqua dress that was COMFY. We looked at each other and went, Yes. I remember jet skiing at Catalina. My dad and I were on one and my mom and brother were on the other. I remember racing and feeling the amazing breeze in my hair and face, and the unforgettable laughter and happiness I felt then. I remember going to Trader Joes with him and on the car ride there, I made him listen to We Are Young and Hey, Soul Sister, and he really liked them. Then we ran out of the car to the store in the pouring rain and were only soaking wet, haha. I remember the look of pride he got whenever I showed him my art. I remember going miniature golfing with my best friend, Clare, my Uncle Eric and my dad. My dad and I teamed up and well... We sucked. But the highest number in golf wins, right? I remember and always will remember his hugs and the sound of his strong heart beating. I will never forget him, his unconditional love, or the happiness he made me feel. I miss you terribly.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Jan 2015 18:43:03 +0000
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