So this isn’t something I would normally ever write about, but this blog is about my favorite memories, so I feel this needs to be included. My favorite and most valuable memories are the ones I made with my dad. It is really important that I cherish and cling to these memories because I’ll never be able to make any new ones. I only got 15 short years with him, and I would give anything to have those back.
We had this sort of routine, which I loved. Every two weeks I would spend the weekend with him. He would usually be waiting at my mom’s house to pick me up when I got home from school. Then we’d go to Walmart and get food and I’d pick out snacks and pop. It’s probably not the best thing, but he’d always buy my brother and I our own 2 liter of whichever pop we chose, then we could just drink out of the bottle. Then we’d stop at the gas station to pick out movies from Redbox. After that we’d go back to his/my aunt and uncle’s house. We would stay there for a little bit while we decided where we wanted to go for dinner, which usually ended up being a Chinese place. Sometimes we’d stay home and have tacos, he seriously made the best tacos. That was my favorite time because it would usually just be us two sitting together for dinner and talking about whatever. We joked around a lot. He really was one of the funniest people I knew. When we were done we’d go back to the house. If my aunt and uncle weren’t busy and some of my other family was over, we’d play cards. I never had money so he’d always have to give me quarters to play. After that we’d go in the living room and watch the movies we picked out. My dad usually didn’t like the movies I picked out, but he “watched” them anyway. He really didn’t watch that long because he ALWAYS fell asleep. He snored so loud all the time, so I’d have to turn the volume way up. After the first movie he’d usually go sleep in his bed, but he never slept well. He’d wake up just about every hour to smoke a cigarette and he’d be half asleep and start eating chips or something. He always came in and checked on me though while I was watching movies.
I could write so much more but I don’t want to because I could probably go on forever and it would make me sad. Maybe I’ll write about other memories involving him in the future, I’m not sure. I know this may not seem all that special or interesting to anyone, but it was for me.