My dad lives in Heaven. Wow! I miss him. He had a wit and a laugh that filled a room with fun.
His heart burst with love and kindness and tenderness.
He seemed to always have a smile on his face and a grandchild on his lap.
I was blessed with a wonderful father who loved to laugh.
Dad had his idiosyncrasies too. They showed up in August when the corn arrived. During corn season my father ate corn on the cob as the main, and the only, course seven days a week. Yellow kernels and butter dripped from his chin and covered his cheeks.
Please God don't let any of my friends show up at dinner time, I prayed as a teenager. Dad was adoreable, but the corn face was a scene I didn't wish to share with my peers.
It's been 11 years since I've seen corn on my dad's face. My heart aches to sit at a table with him and a platter of corn on the cob and enjoy that corny smile one more time? Oh, the idiosyncrasies that annoy us do become our dearest memories when those we love depart.
Friends, treasure your loved ones. Don't let something as silly as a corn-fed face keep you from appreciating every moment with them.
Happy Father's Day, Dad! I'm sure the corn grows tall in Heaven and I suspect it's August all year round.
You, sweet father, were always a splash of serenity in my life. Thank you for always loving me, for encouraging me, building me up, taking me on great hikes and golf games. I miss your laugh and your smile and I miss your face—with and without the corn. Love you, Dad.