Hopefully, I can be more like my dad
It’s been almost two years since my dad died and I find myself missing him less.
That isn’t because I have grown accustomed to him being gone, but now I see more and more of him in my life.
Abolitionist minister Henry Ward Beecher said, “In this world, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.”
When I think about my dad, I miss him a lot. But I will always be thankful for the many great memories and life lessons he left with me.
When I rush home from work in time for my sons’ baseball games at night, I remember my dad doing the same thing. He would finish up his second job just in time to make sure we were ready for the game.
I get home, change clothes and hurry out to throw Blake a few pitches and play a little catch with Dawit before game time.
Every time I do this, I remember my dad playing catch with me and teaching me how to hit. But even more than that, I remember him playing catch with Blake in that same front yard before his first tee ball game five years ago and sitting in the stands watching him hit just like he did when my brother and I played.
I can’t throw a ball to Blake without dad being right there with me. Unfortunately for Blake and Dawit, I’m not like my dad at the games. I am far more intense. I remember hitting homeruns and seeing dad standing in the bleachers with his hands in his pockets smiling the same pleased smile he would if he won the lottery or found out we were having mom’s spaghetti for dinner.
I am not the quiet type. I like to think I’m not obnoxious and loud. I also like to think other parents think that.
Hopefully, I can be more like my dad in that way and many more.
I’m not over losing my dad, yet. I don’t know if I ever will be or even if I want to be. That’s why I am so thankful for all of the memories I have and situations that remind me of him.
Kent Bush is the publisher of the Butler County Times Gazette and can be reached at: email@example.com