One of the few things I have left of my dad's is his hat. This is so "him." I have it perched on a nail on my wall to see. This and a dream catcher he made. I started keeping a journal just before he passed away. I was reading it recently. I wrote down as I thought of them, my best memories of my daddy.
He would test my "boy-crazyness" by tickling just above my knee. If I giggled, I was boy crazy. I held in those giggles as hard as I could. It was hard.
Snuggling up watching our best shows together. Inspector Gadget and Golden Girls.....
Waking up on Christmas morning to my brand new Strawberry Shortcake bike - pink of course! He later saved me from the monster of a rose bush that I tipped over into on that bike!
His scratchy face tickling mine when he tucked me into bed.
Hearing him play the drums and his harmonica. He was a musician and loved the blues.
His feet. We have the very same feet.
I have endless happy memories of my dad. I write them down as to never forget.