REALITY: Memories

Posted on July 27, 2004 by Susan

Memories live within the senses. The sight of baby bluest eyes and wrinkled smiles. I hear the roars of every kind of engine, mowers, drills and the chainsaw that we tried hard not to fix; the gentle voice heard reading Golden Books to little girls. Smells of sawdust, fresh paint and the seasonal burning of the lawns will live forever. Tasting still the swordfish sticks, his favorite pineapple upside-down cake, the hard candy snuck to children in a goodnight kiss. Reaching out to touch him when he’s gone away is the hardest one to feel through emptiness and summer air that chills me, till I can close my eyes and ears and breath the silence for a while. Then warmth returns and covers me in a father’s arms again.

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One Response to REALITY: Memories

  1. Beth W. says:
    July 27, 2004 at 10:57 pm

    For me, it’s the smell of Zest soap and Old Spice, a sweet smile with a twinkle in his dark eyes, the gentle touch of his hammer-beaten hands, the smell of his favorite “orange slice” candy, the old piano he bought for me to learn Sweet Hour of Prayer. . . I was only 12 when he vanished from my life so suddenly that night as a heart attack claimed his life. The love and the longing never go away. The longing is the pain, but the love remains — always — the gift and the comfort. Your love for your Dad radiates through your writing.

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