happy father's day, dad.

i remember. . .

It was a long time ago, but I remember bits and pieces. Flashes. Sitting at Kresge's deli counter eating ice cream sundaes. Snuggled in his lap watching Big Time Wrestling. Standing beside him in the bathroom, our faces slathered with shaving cream, father and daughter laughing. Snippets of my dad, the man he was. Imagining the man he might have been. Missing him.

I woke from a sad, sweet dream today. Remembering my father.