There are times when the hurt from losing my dad reaches such intensity that it becomes a physical pain. I can feel it in my chest, like a giant's hand pushing down on my ribcage, compressing my lungs and slowing my heart. The pain is always there, but sometimes it becomes agony.

Today, it hit because I happened to hear a Jars of Clay song on my iPod. It reminded me of the time that Dad and I drove down to D.C., and we happened to hear that particular song on the radio. Something occurred at that moment, and we both realized that we really liked that song.

That didn't happen very often, us liking the same song. In fact, I can really only think of that one instance. That moment has stuck with me for years now. It's not like I had a plethora of wonderful father/son teenage memories.

Let's face it, I was a bad kid. I was willful and stubborn and just plain damn rebellious. Dad and I butted heads daily. But, when we had good moments. . . man, were they good. Like the time he took me to an airshow to see the Blue Angels. Or the times we went to Cleveland to see the Indians play the Texas Rangers.

And, then of course, my most treasured memory. The one I've locked away, that I'm afraid to revisit, as if the act of remembering will dilute it. It's like a tiny vial of happiness and peace. I'm reluctant to use it because when it's gone, there will be nothing left. Just an empty glass where my Dad used to be.

As it is, I live with a litany of memories that I'll never make with him. I have 19 years of regret that can never be remedied.

I hope Heaven exists, if only so I can tell him I'm sorry.

 

 

 

Currently listening to: Relics of The Chozo: Unsettling Nature (Miniboss Theme)- Prophecy
Currently reading: The Human Blend- Alan Dean Foster
Currently watching: The X-Files- Season 2
Currently feeling: heartbroken
Posted by Narzack on August 8, 2011 at 12:33 AM | 5 Dropkicked

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Comment posted on August 25th, 2011 at 10:43 PM
My fathers birthday just passed. Come March, he will have been gone for 9 years. It still blows my mind. My father was always very attached to Hawks, and for a day before, through, and a day after - there was a hawk flying a triangle pattern between 3 trees in the back yard - every time I would take the dog out there. I've been thinking about that alot.
Comment posted on September 12th, 2011 at 03:43 PM
I think that's pretty neat, man. My dad was really into baseball, so anytime I see a game, I think about it.

Really good to know you're still alive and kicking, yourself.
Comment posted on August 9th, 2011 at 07:28 AM
Being a father now makes me think of him all the time. Most of my memories are quick blurs, which is kind of annoying. Cherish the good ones bro. I'd try to start writing down the memories you have of him. I started doing that a couple of years ago, mainly one liners.
What really stinks is both of the male roles in my life left not too long after one another. Dad and You. It stinks not having you here...
Comment posted on August 15th, 2011 at 03:50 PM
I'm not sure if I want to write down what I remember. I have this fear that it will turn into what I think he may have said, and not what he actually said.

Truth be told, it's not the words that I remember, it's the feelings.
Comment posted on August 9th, 2011 at 07:29 AM
Miss you.