I was asked to tell a few stories about my Dad. Sitting here wondering what to write, your life starts flashing back like a Kodak film commercial1. Song stuck in my head: “Memories, light the corners of my mind; misty watercolor memories of the way we were. Scattered pictures of the smiles we left behind; smiles we give to one another for the way we were.”2

Where do I begin?

Flashes of my father, crew cut, white shirt, skinny black tie, drinking bottles of warm Old Milwaukee beer(since my grandparents never put it anywhere but the back porch), and arguing politics around my grandparentskitchen table.3 Im standing next to him, his arm around me, a kiss, and a sip of beer. I go on my way. I forgot to mention, big fat stinky4 cigar in his mouth.

Moments continue to crash my mind as I remember an afternoon sitting on the back steps outside in the summer sun, eating crab legs with my dad, brother, and sister. Laughing in the car, a long time ago in Nashville, TN, we ended up on a new freeway not open for traffic, and couldnt get off because the ramps werent open either; we teased him about that forever.5 I reflect how he held my hand, as tight as he could, on my first roller coaster6 ride; maybe he was more scared that I was going to fly out than I was.

My mind spins with memories of a time when as a family, we stepped up and helped one another. My brother, not used to living with us, realized that my father went to the grocery store several times every Sunday morning; we called him “Rover7”.

Imprinted8 on my mind was sitting in his work room in Oklahoma talking about current events and such, sharing a beer and a few laughs. A chuckle escaped when he took a hammer and pounded on the bench, so my mom and grandmother would think he was working.9 He would remind me that I should not carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. Sitting, watching him make a cradle for my niece Amy or the corner cabinet to put his “stuff” in; my mother kept moving his “stuff”. The cradle has been shared by many babies since and I have that cabinet in my home now. It is cherished, as are the hours I spent sitting on the stool watching him work, talking. We shared a few beers and some life lessons during those hours.

My mind glitters of the morning I was married. We had breakfast together that morning. I think back now, he seemed nervous. And the look of fear on his face, just as we started to walk down the aisle, the memory makes me chuckle as I remember how I laughed all the way down the aisle of the church. I had never seen that look on his face before; he was always so strong and composed10.

The memories flood of my Dad out ice fishing with my husband, an arm around Bob after the day, and the smile on his face. I think how grateful I am that I married a man that could share my fathers interests. Stories of how he would lay down in the sled for a nap, you would hear the snoring across the lake.11 He loved being out on the lake with the guys.

The memories that make my heart sparkle are the ones he spent with his grandson, Bobby. How they walked down the street hand in hand. There was always time for building and fixing stuff, together. There were frequent trips to the zoo, the park, the Mitchell Park Domes, the museum, trips to buy poinsettias12 for Christmas just to see the giant train set. They were two peas in a pod13 and went everywhere together.

Another picture flashes through my head of Papa Dano and Amanda still in their pajamas14, wrapped in robes, talking and eating breakfast. Sitting at the kitchen counter, they captured a memory over a bowl of cereal. Memories keep pouring back as the kids laugh about the time grandpa was checking everybodys shoes for dog poop15, “Somebody stepped in poop and dragged it in the house, dam-it.” Yeah, it was on his shoes.

And a more recent event that I will hold in my heart and always treasure—the day his granddaughter got married.For just a little bit he danced with Amanda and with my mother—for just a moment we got to see the man that he is. And out of the blue16, he said to me,“My granddaughter looks beautiful today!”

As I sit here and remember, I take to heart the quote, “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” That simple quote is reflected in every photo tucked in a drawer somewhere, and is magnified every time you take a moment to peek back.17

1. commercial: 商業(yè)廣告。

2. 本句是美國(guó)歌手芭芭拉·史翠珊的經(jīng)典名曲《往日情懷》中的歌詞，歌詞大意是：回憶照亮我心中的角落，那里珍藏著我們?cè)鴵碛械乃拾忝噪娜兆?，還有被我們拋在腦后的陣陣微笑，我們常相視而笑，因?yàn)槲覀児餐瑩碛幸欢蚊篮脮r(shí)光。

3. crew cut: 平頭；Milwaukee: 密爾沃基市，位于美國(guó)威斯康星洲，是著名的啤酒之鄉(xiāng)；porch: 門廊，柱廊。

4. stinky: 臭的。

5. ramp: （出入公路或高速公路的）引道，匝道；tease: 嘲笑。

6. roller coaster: 過山車，云霄飛車。

7. rover: 流浪者，漫游者。

8. imprint: 銘刻，牢記。

9. chuckle: 竊笑，暗自笑；hammer: 錘子；pound: 重?fù)簟?/p>

10. composed: 鎮(zhèn)靜的，沉著的。

11. sled: 雪橇；snore: 打鼾，打呼嚕。

12. poinsettia: 一品紅，其樹苗用于圣誕節(jié)的裝飾。

13. pod: 莢，豆莢。two peas in a pod意思是“一模一樣，極其相像”。

14. pajama: 睡衣褲。

15. poop: 〈俚〉糞便。

16. out of the blue: 出乎意外地，突然。

17. tuck: 塞進(jìn)；drawer: 抽屜；peek: 很快看一眼，匆匆一瞥。