I'll be adding to it. Often.
I'll miss all the big things that everyone has mentioned, but it is the thousand-million little things that I'll miss the most.
No one else has ever told me that he'll be home "at dark-thirty."
I never really loved using the term "bones" for dominoes, but will anyone ever ask me again if I want to "rattle 'em bones"?
Daddy was the best shot I have ever seen - with a rubber band. He could hit anything, or anyone, and he made it look effortless. We gave him a rubber band gun a while back, but he didn't use it - he only needed his hand.
When one of us was being particularly awkward or uncoordinated, Daddy would say,
"Way to go, Grace."
When it was all three of us, he announced us as "Talent, Grace, and Coordination."
I miss the raised eyebrow.
A lot.
Other people want to see how the dress looks on the girl. Daddy wanted to see how The GIRL (or, more specifically, HIS GIRL) looks in the dress.
I never saw Daddy without his moustache. I didn't really think I ever would, but it was fun to joke about him shaving it off and showing up at some important event to surprise us.
Aly has had several nicknames through the years, but only Daddy called her "Nut".
I miss the voice that got so deep it growled like thunder - when he was furious. (Remember how you couldn't even understand the words, you could just hear the rumbling when the Board of Aldermen meetings were on television?)
Mardi Gras is only a few weeks away, and the parades have already started here. We always catch dozens more Moon Pies than we can eat, and we save the rest for Poppa. Who will eat them now?
(Note: We found an answer for this at the very first parade - Poppa's Grandson loves Moon Pies as much as Poppa did!)Every time that I can remember calling Daddy, he answered with "Hey, Girl!" He never once just said hello, and he always sounded thrilled that I had called - no matter where or when or why I was calling.
Missing my Daddy, Tiff
Missing my Daddy, Tiff
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