Dad

The John Wayne movies are gathering dust on the shelf without you here. It doesn’t make sense to watch them without you. You were the only one who could get me to sit down and watch a cowboy flick with you for two hours. (You were also the only one who got me to sit down with you to watch the whole four hours of the movie The Ten Commandments. While you did fall asleep after the first hour, I still enjoyed sitting next to you. But that’s beside the point.)

I miss cooking with you in the kitchen on Sunday, preparing our family dinner. I still remember you telling me that your favorite thing to cook was the mushrooms for the chicken marsala. You told me that you would love to watch the liquid escape from the mushrooms when you put them in the hot pan. Now, I have the sole duty of preparing Sunday dinner. I wear your worn-out jean apron while I cook. It makes me feel like you are still there with me helping me make dinner for everyone.

Knowing the passion you had for graphic design and art still inspires me today. I’ve actually decided to follow in your footsteps and do graphic design. I’m not actually sure if I am going to major in it, but I currently am a graphic designer at the Clyde. It’s been challenging trying to design beautiful things without your input and guidance. I just hope I am making you somewhat proud.

Oh Dad, I miss and think about you everyday. I’m sorry for the hardships you had to endure from the brain cancer, but I feel reassured when thinking of the state of rest and peace you are now in. I love you Dad, and can’t wait until I get to see you again.

Love,
Hannah