I eat a lot of popcorn. Dad did too. He taught me how to pop
it on a crazy gadgety popcorn popper he had found someplace and we used it a
lot. I would sit by him as we watched (earliest tv show memory) Magnum P.I., then
Commish, and eventually CSI Las Vegas which he really like when it first came
out. But it was something we did together a lot, eat popcorn (I always wanted
to sit by him at the movies because he would have the popcorn bag). So now I
continue to be consumed with eating popcorn.
Dad would take any opportunity to make a quick trip to California
with us that he could. Eventually we all got to go on solo tag along business
trips with him. Frequently he would fly out with his work to California then
have my Mom drive us all up to him and after we played for a few days we would
all drive home together. I am not sure if it was his personal only child
experiences that drove him to get us to the beach and amusement parks as often
as he did, or if it was just because he was super cool but if the window of
opportunity opened even a little he would jump in and make these summer
California trips happen for us. One of my Aunts told me after his funeral that
hearing about his enthusiasm for family vacations inspired her to do it more
often with her family. So just recently when we drove the road that Dad and Mom
had driven us dozens of times as kids to California with our own kids the
memories and the connections to my own experiences with my Dad and Mom came
back to me. We stopped at the same place to eat that Dad enjoyed. We had a
contest to see who could spot the ocean first. We sang along to our favorite
songs (or at least I did anyway). It was so cool and it was so nostalgic and
very special and I think Dad enjoyed our trip with us too. Since most recently
my Mom was able to come with us, he surely was watching what a beautiful
Grandma she is.
The last solo outing I had with my Dad right before he died
was a trip to (at the time recently opened in our area) Ikea. He and I partnered
up for a long walk through the home goods mega store. I remember he bought a
handful of those grocery sack holders with the holes in them, because they were
a good deal and he thought Mom would like them (and of course he could give a
few away as well). My Dad was a marathon shopper. He could walk the stores with
the best of them, shoppers I mean. Definitely did not fit the male stereotype
of not liking to shop. We would spend hours at outlet malls growing up, so Ikea
one of the ultimate shopping experiences I feel, was right up his alley. So at
least once a year, often on or around my own birthday I take the time to walk
through Ikea and never fail think of him and our outing.
One of my favorite conversations and memories happened the
night before the morning my Dad died. I was making the long 30 mile drive home
from school at night and called home to my parents land line to talk. Dad
answered and told me, “sorry but Mom wasn’t home.” I told him that was fine I
would like to talk to him. We had such a good talk. I probably couldn’t have
scripted a better final conversation. At one point we were talking about our
family and he said, “if you mess with one bean you mess with the whole burrito.”
Which he said a lot but the fact that he tacked it on in that unplanned last
conversation we had on earth was absolutely perfect.
A sappy post, but one day when I finally upload all of this
into a book for my kids hopefully they will read it and know their Grandpa a
little bit better and see pieces of him in me.
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