For a long time after my dad died I avoided talking about him altogether — nervous I might have to explain him to someone he never knew. It felt wrong to summarize him through a series of words: wicked-funny, charming, a people person, jokester, compassionate, family oriented, were my usual go-tos. But those words could also easily describe so many other people. To me, they didn’t identify him but rather categorized him with everyone else who possessed similar qualities. What the words missed was his essence; how he brought those descriptors to life, daily. Something, I believe, can’t truly be defined or explained through language. They must be experienced. I think often about how to remember him and how he’d like to be remembered. Ultimately, I find the most special thing about him is that he is my dad. The person I loved laughing with most, who I carry with me in everything I do and who I hope I can honor in my life. ❤️🐞
Two weeks ago my catalytic converter was stolen and Instagram deleted my account for “pretending to be someone else”. I think we all know what the real crime was. Needless to say, happy to be back
