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Two weeks before Christmas
2006, Majik and I were home alone making cinnamon rolls.
I was working away rolling out the rolls when I noticed my
dad was there. He was leaning against the counter,
ankles crossed, arms across his chest, leaning, smiling and
talking to me. I could see him in my minds eye - not
from across the room, so my physical world self questioned,
"is he really here?"
Something was said about my
mom and I told him she was making her famous, most delicious
Chocolate Chip cookies for my sister-in-law to take to some
kind of function. He agreed, yes, and Brenda, the
sister-in-law, made Mom mad. Of course I stopped what
I was doing and asked, "Brenda made Mom mad?" He
started laughing and confirmed, that yes she had.
(Daddy always had quite the sense of humor when it came to
two females.)
I didn't ask what happened,
but made a note to ask my mom about it when I talked to her.
Then I pretty much went on about my business of baking the
rolls and wandering around. Daddy started laughing and
pointed out to me that it was hard for me to focus on our
conversation. In my mind I was thinking, I'm not sure
you're really here...
We ended up in the living
room watching TV for awhile, then he left. All the
time, my spiritual side was saying, "Hey, your dad is
sitting over there in Fred's chair watching TV with you,
don't you have anything to say or ask him???" While my
physical world side was telling me it was my imagination...
The next day, I called my mom
and asked her how the cookie delivery went. She
started telling me about how Brenda made her mad...
Holy McMoly... I started laughing... what a validation
that my dad really was in my kitchen leaning
on the counter talking to me the day before!
As love would have it, my dad
came back that afternoon and went with me to pick Fred up at
the airport in the truck. I told him I'd try not to
scare him since I don't drive Fred's truck very well.
He told me nothing much scares him anymore... He
cracks me up... This time I took full advantage of his
presence and asked him questions daughters have when they
need advice from their dads - and he answered them.
(Mom got over being mad at Brenda.) |
