Day 171

It's Father's day today. I miss mine. Playing "guys", admitting I took the car or before I had my licence and him calling me Barney Oldfield, sailing, trimming the disco tree, playing video games, the Timex Sinclair, the Mac and "Welcome to Mario" tong game that always popped up even when he didn't start it, going to his school to hang out at football games, watching him lead the band in parades, going to the symphony to hear him play the oboe, sailing, the great Christmas light decoration war at the cottage, watching him help build a house, talking about gadgets, Xena Warrior Princess, the way he always purposefully said the wrong names of tv shows (ex. Slugged by an Angel), Seawart, Thanksgiving dressing.... So many memories. I'm grateful that you were my dad! ♥️

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