Dear Dad,
It's been a long time. I'm not saying that to be an asshole or anything, but it's been 11 years since I got that phone call at 6:30 in the morning on November 12, 2001.
We knew it was November 11 when you left, because there's no way you made it to midnight that day. You worked around the farm most of the day, and I know for you, that day was probably about as perfect as you could get. In a place that you loved, doing the things that you loved, working around the farm, cooking up some venison, having a few
and some of your favorite deer camp "horse dervies" which no one in their right mind would eat
By the way, that pronunciation died with you. But I'm bringing it back. Along with the camel joke.
For the first time since you left, November 11 was Veteran's Day for me. I didn't think much about it being your last day. And I know you wouldn't want it any other way. "Ten years is a long time to grieve," you'd say.
Like almost every other thing you said, you'd probably be right.
But the thing is, there's not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Everyone misses you and still talks about you like you're still here, even eleven years later. That's strong, Dad.
Dad with his little buddy, Levi, sporting the do-rags. |
I'll let you know that I finally visited you. Twice now. The first time, I lasted about 15 seconds. But it broke the ice. This past Memorial Day, I went with Toby, his buddy, Mike and Ashley and we drank a beer with you. For you, I guess is the more appropriate term.
I still haven't been down to the farm. I may never go, even though I know it is a special place you chose because you wanted to retire there someday. Someday just came way too fast.
I know what you'd say about that, too, Dad: "I wanted this to be a place where you boys could go and take your families. You should go."
But I really only know it as the place where you died and would only know it without you. Toby and Duke know the place with you there. They got to see how you looked at it and talked about it.
I know that's where your spirit is. Danny has said he's seen you there. I hope he's right. But he knows the place with you there, too. I think that's why I've been reluctant to go: I'm afraid I won't see you there. It would just be the place where your journey ended and I don't want that. Hopefully someday, I'll be able to make that trip and walk your land with you.
I miss the way you'd laugh. The way you'd grin, with the glint in your eyes because you knew something funny was coming. There was that snort thing you'd do. Then three or four chortles that could be mistaken for a coughing fit. Now I'm thinking that watching you laugh is the reason I try to make people laugh.
I think what I miss most about you is how damn philosophical you were. I'm not really sure that others know that about you. But there was just so much I learned about how to be a man shooting pool with you. You taught me more about life playing pool and drinking a few beers than all of my professors put together. You were my greatest teacher. I want you to know that.
I guess I've come to the reason for this: I'm working through some things that I need to change about myself. I don't have your patience, and I sorely wish I knew your secret. I don't have your wisdom, even though I'm as old now as you were when I graduated high school. I'm still not half the man you were, but I'm trying, Dad. I'm trying.
So for me, November 11 was Veteran's Day. I'm fairly certain you'd be comfortable with that. But your birthday's coming up next weekend. That's always been harder for me. I don't think November 19 will just be Saturday.
Love you,
Number one son (I even remember the Charlie Chan reference)
Joel
Joel - I was really moved by your open letter. You know far better than me how special your Dad is - I say that in present tense on purpose. His being gone doesn't change that a bit. We really looked forward to the few times you guys made it back to Oregon. Those were fun times getting reacquainted.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing your dad's patience was learned from his daddy. Grandpa was a man of few words and considerable patience. He also liked a good story or joke and could get a mischievous grin on his face over something silly.
Being aware of your own shortcomings is part of the battle and you're blessed to have known a good role model. You'll have plenty of opportunities to work the "patience muscle" -- paying attention to them will help you improve...
By the way, I had forgotten that I got married on Uncle Jack's birthday -- it'll be 23 years this month. Just a little something to remember on that day. :-)