Random Memories 1
You know, it's often the strangest things that will bring up a memory of dad. Often a smell, or a clip of music will bring up thoughts of good times had. This sorta falls into that category.
At mom's a few weeks back, I was in a rush to grab something from the basement. So I jumped the first 3 steps onto the landing, with an exaggerated landing. And immediately I flashed back to every time I got in trouble for jumping those same 3 steps onto the landing. It was a nice thought, even though I was getting shit for it anyhow.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Laugh
When I think about my dad, the first thing that pops into my mind is his great big laugh. He loved to laugh, and when something was funny, you knew it. It was one of those powerful belly laughs that just overcame conversations. I remember being at family functions and hearing him from another room, or in the basement hearing him watch something on TV.
Whenever I'm with my brother, it's great to hear him laugh, cause he seems to have inherited dad's. Of all the people I met at school, only him and one other guy have a laugh that's so recognizable, so powerful, and so awesome.
When I think about my dad, the first thing that pops into my mind is his great big laugh. He loved to laugh, and when something was funny, you knew it. It was one of those powerful belly laughs that just overcame conversations. I remember being at family functions and hearing him from another room, or in the basement hearing him watch something on TV.
Whenever I'm with my brother, it's great to hear him laugh, cause he seems to have inherited dad's. Of all the people I met at school, only him and one other guy have a laugh that's so recognizable, so powerful, and so awesome.
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