Today is the 24th anniversary of the passing of my Dad.
He had great hair.
A pretty fantastic laugh.
He instilled in me a loyalty for Saturday Night Live — even when they go through rough seasons.
He thought Gilda Radner was funny.
He listened to the CATS soundtrack and liked U2 and the soundtrack from The Big Chill.
He was a runner and he’s why I wear New Balance shoes.
Did I mention he had great hair?
He was strong and he worked hard.
He liked coffee from McDonald’s.
He liked tea. I like tea.
He called me Kylee-kins.
And when it was time for bed he’d ask, “Do you know what time it is?” And I’d ignore the question and he’d say, “Bedtime for Bonzo!”
He bought me Prang-brand crayons and I hated them because I preferred crayola.
He liked blue cheese dressing and Wendy’s salads.
He drank Tab.
And Lipton Iced tea.
He was a coach.
He wore a light-blue sweatshirt with cut-off sleeves that had a big yellow smiley face on it.
He was a vietnam vet.
When he was going through cancer treatment in Maryland he brought me back a little teddy bear that I named, “Tedit.” I still have that bear.
He loved me. He loved all of children.
And we loved him.
And today, even today, I miss him and I smile when I think of him.