Obviously, since it was Father’s Day yesterday, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about my dad. I did not spend the day with him since I live six hours away and my parents and we had all just spent Memorial Day weekend together celebrating his birthday and my own.
My dad and I are very different people, but we do share thick wavy hair, squinty eyes, and a love of books and old western movies. I’m thankful that I’ve always felt loved and supported by him and I know he has my back if I ever need him to. I want to share a few of my favorite memories of time I’ve spent with my dad over the years. These memories probably won’t mean much to an outsider, but I cherish them.
One of the earliest memories I have of my dad is him racing dirt bikes. I remember being at one of his races when I was very young and watching him and the other riders fly up a hill.
I also remember him taking me on rides on Big Red, his Harley, when I was probably five or six years old. We used to ride along the railroad track down the hill behind my grandparents’ house. I loved riding with him.
When I was a little bit older my dad taught me how to fish. We’d dig up or buy worms and go down to the river and fish under the bridge. Sometimes he’d take me up to Catherine Creek to see the trout run, and I remember one year when it was really cold we drove up to Oak Orchard, NY to go salmon fishing. I remember it snowed that day. I also remember he lost his balance at one point and almost fell off the wall and into the water several feet below.
In my teen years, Dad and I would occasionally ride our bicycles down to the convenient store and have a snack and some us time. More often we’d do chores together, taking the lawnmowers and weedwacker to each of my parents’ properties and mowing all the lawns. Then we’d go out for spaghetti and meatballs.
When I was finishing up community college and searching for a transfer school, Dad and I took a roadtrip to visit three Christian colleges. Since my Dad isn’t a Christian, it’s actually sort of odd that we took this trip together, but we did. It was a great time, except when we got stuck in Chicago traffic by accident. Ultimately, I didn’t end up at any of those schools, but we did get to spend a few days together, just the two of us.
Most recently my entire family spent the weekend with me in Virginia. We mostly just hung out, but on Sunday morning my Dad joined me, mom and my brother for church because he knew I would like him to come. He doesn’t like church so I knew it was a sacrifice for him and that makes it my favorite memory of all.