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Monday, June 15, 2020

Dad . . .

I miss him
liked that we could talk to one another
we each listened as well 
loved his quick wit
his honesty
authenticity 

loved the old shoes 
he would wear to work in the gardens
loved dancing with him
smooth, graceful 

I loved his love for my mom
he appreciated
adored
they laughed
were silly together
I remember their glow

loved listening to his stories
about being a kid
about poor
being an athlete
walking to college
graduating
his packer hat

nice it is to remember
but oh how I wish I had spent more days
walking the yard together
sitting with him while he enjoyed his beer
listening to him swear a bit while 
listening to baseball
watching football
playing more cribbage

happy he knew how much I loved him
hugging wasn’t the norm in the forties, fifties
loved that he hugged me 
told me I was his princess
I could be whatever I wanted to be


my dad
Claude A Peacock
1910-1978

9 comments:

R's Rue said...

Beautiful

Marge in Michigan said...

What a lovely tribute to your Dad, Lynne. I can relate to many of the feelings. Hugs to you.

Retired Knitter said...

Wonderful post about your dad. You were a lucky girl to have that kind of relationship.

Jeanie said...

That's really a beautiful post, Lynne. Beautifully written and so full of heart. Big hugs!

R's Rue said...

Love it.

Blondie's Journal said...

This is beautiful, Lynne. You are blessed to have these vivid, wonderful, and heartwarming memories. Best of all, your father has an amazing name that even I will have a hard time forgetting!

Sending love and a warm hug,

Jane ❤️

barb said...

He had the name of a great painter or author. Nice post for sure.

Furree Katt said...

Such a heartwarming tribute to your dad. Made me emotional. It's lovely that you had such a good relationship with him. Sending you love and good vibes!

Happy to be your 200th follower x

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