There are two memories with my father that will never fade from my memory. I was and am blessed with a great father who loves me well. But, it is interesting the moments that play back in the screen play of our memories. The long lost phenomenon of the hacky sack was at a peak during my childhood. I had a handful of them around the house. I remember like it was yesterday sitting in our living room while watching one of our favorite television shows (probably The Dukes of Hazard) tossing the hacky sack back and forth. We would sit across the room from each other and and toss it back and forth… It was so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Yet it honestly meant so much to me. I really enjoyed just being present with him.
Late in the evening as my dreaded bedtime approached, we would sit on the couch together. It is a bit hard to explain but he would sit on the couch with his legs extended in way that created this little nook where I could curl up next to him. Sure, I was doing anything I could to avoid my bedtime, but memories of just sitting there with my father are engraved into my mind as small moments which meant the world to me.
I think often times we dismiss the small moments
