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Mondays with Mom

June 24, 2013

The third Monday: As I made breakfast, I told Yuri and Harper to find something they wanted to do until it was time to eat.  Yuri grabbed a book (which he decided to try to read upside down and backwards) and Harper grabbed an animal — so typical and so expected but I love it just the same.

After we ate, I decided to dig out all the photos I could find of my father who passed away last month at a much too young age of 57.  I told every story I could remember to tell them about their Pap. You see, my parents divorced when I was too young to even remember.  I lived off-and-on with my dad until I was Harper’s age — just ready to start kindergarten.  But anyone who knows me, knows that my memories stay with me.  I told them how my dad would drape my little legs over the handlebars of his motorcycle and drive down the country roads of Unityville, Pennsylvania.  I told them how he would laugh because I was scared of the “eyes” that grew on potatoes when they rested in the bin a little too long.  I told them how he indulged my sweet tooth and let me eat sugar cookies for breakfast and how he would let me comb his hair hours at a time.  I told them how my dad teased me that, although I didn’t inherit his height or his wild nature, I sure got his ears.

Yuri captured the sweet photo of Harper listening to one of my stories and Harper took the photo of me smiling.  As I edited the images for this post, I looked at the photo of my dad dressed as a cowboy in his fifth-grade school picture next to the photo of me smiling and I noticed I inherited a lot more than Danny Kessler’s ears.  I see our smiles are the same.  My eyes crinkle in the same places.  Our chins are identical.  A few freckles dot our cheeks.  My time with my father was far too short but my memories will stay with me for a lifetime.

“Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us.”   –Oscar Wilde