My Pop

My father passed last Oct. The closer it gets to that date it makes me sad. I try and take peoples advice. “Remember the good things about your father” “Remember the memories” “He’s always with you”. I have to be honest. It doesn’t matter….it still hurts & I miss him terribly.  Usually the time when I’m in my truck driving long distances he seems to pop in my head. The first day of my road trip I was thinking of him a lot. I had 685 miles to “think” and he defiantly came to my mind. I took his flannel with me and wore it. I use it to protect me of the sun and from getting the very familiar “farmers tan” when driving. It has a faint smell of him. The longer I have it the more it fades. Funny how that is…because his memories won’t ever fade.

I usually called him when I’m on set or driving long distances to a gig. I remembered the phone conversations we’ve had. He would say things like “So…are you getting paid on any of these gigs?” “I don’t know how you do it.” “You sure like being by yourself.”

Funny you say that dad. I don’t really know but I can’t see myself do anything else. I’ve always went out of my way to make people laugh or get out of their head for a moment. Kinda of like a Court Jester. And as for the ..” like being by yourself”. It kinda goes with the territory. I’m all that I got.

See you on the flip side dad. img_5510

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