In the waiting room, with just the hum of the air conditioner, and the distant whrrrr of the dentist’s drill for company.
Such a tasteful room. Antiques mixed in with some new made to look like antique things.
Daddy would have loved the vintage radio. It would get him started on the old shows he loved: Gangbusters, Dick Tracy, and the Shadow.
Back in the early 70′s Channel 13 ran the old Buck Rogers serials on a weekly basis for a while. This was before VHS players. The program started at 11pm. On those nights Daddy managed to get the bookkeeping done super quick after closing the store. He wanted to be home in time to take off for the Planet Mongo.
This coming August he would have been 74 years old. I wonder what life would have ben like if he hadn’t passed on so young. He was just fifty-six.
These days I often comment on how much I act like him.
He would often say, ‘Frances you won’t be able to uderstand a lot of what I talking about until after I’m gone. That’s just the way things are.’
He was so right.
I do understand now.
Happy Fathers Day Daddy.
Love,
Frances
Thank you. what is it that touches so deep? I am thinking… is it the parent who is our origin of life for us and when it passes away there is this climax of contridiction. Is it the dependency and the independency strugle. The wish to make them feel we can do it but we are always wanting to find a unconditional acceptance and love in them, which is possible only once they exist in our memory only. the near-distant relationhip that when we live together we can’t see the benefits, and the same in a way while they are still alive.
The way you wrote it is so familiar, carried away by some object that reminds and into a whole tale of memories.