I am writing this outside on my deck, enjoying the sounds of chirping birds and an ambitious woodpecker searching for food. Early buds sprout on the trees and even a crocus or two has popped its head up in the garden. I hear my father’s voice, exaggerating his London accent, declaring, “Spring has sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies is?”
Corny, I know, but it’s something he would say every spring and I truly wish I could hear him say it again right now.
Perhaps it’s because I’m sipping a cup of Lipton’s tea; or maybe it’s because today would have been his birthday; perhaps it’s because this weekend I’m going to a wedding and I can’t help but regret that he died before he could walk me down the aisle. Whatever the reason, I am missing him today.
My dad wasn’t perfect- but he was good, and kind and decent. He worked hard to support his family and he loved to share the fruits of his labor with those around him. Nothing gave him greater pleasure than Christmas day, watching us open gifts he gave us. I think he’d had so little growing up in war-torn London, that he enjoyed giving whatever he could to his children.
He’s been gone over twenty years now, and I still think about him. I miss his annoying cheerfulness in the mornings and his pub-style piano playing at night. I wonder what he would have thought of what I’ve done with my life so far. I wish he could have met my kids, I know he would have loved them and they would have thought he was a hoot!
So I just want to remind you all to take a moment today to give the ones close to you and extra hug or call a loved one who’s living far away. I sure do wish I could do the same with my dad. But for now, I’ll have another sip of tea and reminisce a little more on this glorious spring afternoon.